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I'll try to remember it.
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Now, if you'll excuse me.
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Stay there, right, I'd better have a look at it.
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Of course.
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I once, cut a leg off a girl called Natasha.
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Tell me she had more than a injured shoulder.
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Oh, yes, yes, she fell in a lathe.
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She was eight.
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Still is, she's not dead.
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And he's cut off three more legs since then.
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How many legs did this girl have?
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No, no. Three legs of three different people.