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Oh, my god. The bonfire.
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Austin, help me put this fire out!
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Police! Nobody move!
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Austin!
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Hey, you kept my pot.
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No, oh, my god, the gardeners are so fired.
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What are you doing? No! No! No!
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You want to hide pot from the cops.
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You don't want to throw it in the fire!
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Whoa, that is some serious weedage.
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Whose narcotics are these?
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What? No, they're not. They're yours!