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You heard the man.
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I will see you around the gaming tables. I have to go.
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- Hey. - What?
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I want my money.
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Amen to that, brother. And I will absolutely pay you.
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You been serving that horseradish for two weeks now.
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I want it tonight, in my prison account.
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Or I'm going to kill you.
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Whoa. Whoa, man, that...
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sounds an awful lot like a maximum security threat,
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and last I checked, we were in
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a decidedly minimum security establishment.