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I'm 76 years old, you little turd.
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When I was your age,
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I'd kick your ass.
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Easy, grandpa. Just trying to figure out how bad a wound
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our boy's got. What was it? 9mm?
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Yeah, a man's gun. Small caliber, close range.
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He can run, but he'll have a slow bleed.
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It'll make things tough for him.
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Yeah, now that he's hurt, he'll become more desperate.
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Yeah, I have a quick question.
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Why is this very charming fellow still alive?
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Screw you, peewee.