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He's walking around dazed like he's got a head injury.
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Oh, groin into the corner of the table.
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This might actually work.
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Wait, wait, why are people laughing?
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Let's see, I need a broom, a rake, or two rakes--
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Pierce, you were supposed to pretend to injure yourself
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so we could leave.
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Leave?
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This is my showtime at the Apollo.
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I'm killing out there.
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Pierce was our last hope, or so we thought.
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It seemed Troy Barnes had a plan.