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All right.
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Marcus mentioned your little blood-bank diet.
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How's that going?
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Sit down.
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200 and how many years you played at my feet,
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and now I don't even get basic common courtesy?
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I'm worried about you.
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I'm fine.
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Well, you don't look fine.
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What do you want from me, Bishop?
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You want help with your little recruiting plan?
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Who said anything about recruiting?