All right, I believe you, but my Tommy gun don't!!!!111
Get down on your knees and tell me you love me.
Maybe I'm off my hinges, but I believe you. That's why I'm gonna let you go. I'm gonna give you till the count of three to get your lousy, lying, four-flushing carcass out my door! One, two...
Three. Merry Christmas, you filthy animal. And a Happy New Year.
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