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Trokey told me where it was.
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Here we go.
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You're a son of a bitch, you know that, Ronald?
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That's what the business pages called me.
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I really don't want to do this, but, come on,
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you just need me to sail the boat.
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How close would we get to the islands
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before you'd dump me over the side
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and steer my rig in the rest of the way by yourself?
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Maybe, but you got a problem, Ronald.
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You got nobody to pull that trigger for you.
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This is a job you can't delegate.