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by a bunch of limp-dick sour-note, flatter-than-their-girlfriends
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flexible-tempo dipshits. Got it?
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One more thing. Eugene, Give me that.
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If I ever find one of these lying around again,
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I swear to fucking God, I will stop being so polite.
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Get the fuck out of my sight before I demolish you.
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Stage right, in order, now.
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I can still fucking see you, Mini-Me!
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Let's go. Hurry the fuck up. Let's go.
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The Shaffer Conservatory Studio Band.
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Hold on to this for the second set.
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He's dumb but he's not stupid.