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and shove it up my skirt.
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- Ow. - Yum, yum.
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You making a play on the boss's wife?
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You've got no fucking shame.
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Kruller, it is not what it looks like.
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I'm just meat. Man meat. You know how that goes.
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You know.
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Gimme an excuse, pal.
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You won't even hear me coming.
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I'll slice them fucking cheeks wide open.
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They'll be flapping about like
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the sails on the H.M.S. Bounty.