| ept cranking them out, too. He really stepped up production after 11/11/11, even though the cat was finally out of bed. |
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| Jade: Captchalogue the card. |
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| Dave: Be the other girl. |
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| ==> |
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| I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE THINKING. |
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| John: Reunite with your weak pathetic digits. |
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| John: Oh, just open the storage box. |
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| END OF ACT 6 INTERMISSION 4 |
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| ==> |
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| ======> |
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| Jake: Wear it. |
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| OF A POET. |
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| ==> |
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| Hours in the jumper block. |
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| Jack: Beckon other guard over. |
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| John: Deploy... huh? |
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| ==> |
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| Rose: Hit John in the seizure kernel. |
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| ANYWAY, BACK TO OUR STORY. |
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| Dirk: Fuck it. |
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