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Good shot there from Tate!
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A lot of people say girls love money and that's not entirely true.
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But I'm not a girl.
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I'm a girl.
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How many of you have seen the movie?
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you It's an emergency. It's not an emergency.
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It's an emergency meeting.
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We're having an emergency meeting about work.
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The business is on work.
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I have a deep spot. It's probably a celebration.
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This doesn't make sense.
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Wasn't it? Why are we sparkling sparklers?
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That one's already out for me.
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No one cares what you think, Luke.
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Give me champagne glass. I'm not thinking I ain't fancy.
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Does this look like champagne?
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Do I look fancy? Drinking beer out of champagne glass.
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Sparklers for no reason.
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The business is over. And we're in lockdown.
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I was burning the chess pieces earlier.
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Burn the chess pieces. It's fun.
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Pretend you're shooting cannon at them.
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See? It's very intense.
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That's how you win chess. That's how you win.
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You couldn't beat me. The greatest Grandmaster could beat me by sparkled his arms.
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He might.
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He might. Would you like a beer?
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Would you like a champagne? No, thank you.
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Would you like a champagne again?
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Champagne again? Yeah, champagne again.
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It's a new drink. It's when you try and look sexy and fancy, but really you're a scumbag who drinks cans of beer.
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So, how is this in a meeting?
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It's an emergency meeting to discuss the problems that we face in our lives.
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Problem number one. We need to find Luke.
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We need to send Luke back to America.
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Problem number one is we need to get rid of Luke.
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Alright. Urgently.
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Tired of him. Problem number two?
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Get rid of Rory. Shit.
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Then problem number three, you get rid of me and I'll get rid of you.
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Who's problem number three? There's no one left.
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Yeah. We'll get rid of each other.
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Business can finally function without us slowing it down.
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How stupid of me to use the drink and smoke cigars.
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Yeah, I mean, cutting directors a wreath.
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Doesn't make any sense.
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Thanks.
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Champagne again? No.
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Alright, well I've got to get back to work.
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Would you like some legit champagne? You're not allowed to.
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Are we done with the emergency meeting?
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No, this is work now. This is your job.
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Would you like a Cuban cigar?
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I will actually have a Cuban cigar.
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Only if you drink some champagne again.
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Terms and conditions, my friend.
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Champagne again. It doesn't even look good.
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It actually tastes like...
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weird. It tastes like cold beer in a glass.
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Crazy, innit? It's an elaborate drink.
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If you want to fight, you can't.
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Put the gloves on right now, I will fight.
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Do you want to, yes or no?
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I do not want to. Why?
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Because you're good.
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I'm very good. I'm trying to put this glove on.
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Because the tire burn.
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Sent flaming rubber everywhere.
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Okay. Landed on my hands.
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And you can see when I try to remove the burning rubber, I lose the skin on my hands.
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It may fight more painful than it needs to be.
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It's been fucking I Put you on it put my gloves on I Don't know Mess around with her advice I Go
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I
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Thirty seconds We interrupt this program for a special news bulletin Oh Oh Okay. Okay. Okay. Okay. Okay.
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You know what? Everyone's going to ask us.
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I'm going to say it now in advance.
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You know what messages I'm getting? Everyone's messaging me already saying, how are you guys so rich?
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How do you travel the world?
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How do you have such a fucking amazing life?
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How are your arms so big and chiseled?
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And the answer is the same.
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We make a lot of money. We make it online.
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I'll teach you how. I'll teach you how.
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I'll put a link in the description.
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Stop fucking asking me that question.
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Stop inboxing me. How do you make money?
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It's in the description. That's how we make money.
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We can go to the A.
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We don't.
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Look, A. Atlanta.
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The A. We'll talk about how much fun it is.
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Luke keeps talking about Atlanta and how much he wants to go.
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I'm not going to Atlanta.
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If you were really in Atlanta, what fun things could you do?
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You can't drive supercars the way we drive them because you get arrested in a jail.
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You can't go to the club because you're shot by Dwayne.
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Yep. You can't.
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All the girls are ugly with that.
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It's true. You can't even show off too much when you're in a mobile world.
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So what would you do if you were in Atlanta?
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No, I don't want to go.
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You guys bring it up and tell me I bring it up.
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You can't wait to go to Atlanta.
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Why? I don't want...
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No. I 0% want to go to Atlanta.
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Don't ask me to go. It's getting annoying.
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I've never asked ever.
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Where does Ryan Stoke Helbing come from?
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you Rise of the Cowboys is one of my favorite songs.
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My granddad used to sing it.
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Your granddaddy? Yeah.
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The drunken wife abuser.
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He used to sing Rhinestone Cowboy.
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He used to go in the pub, spend all the money, and walk home singing this, and neighbors used to tell him to shut up.
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I do get that. I do get that.
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Didn't know him very well, but...
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Can you just imagine being drunk in this song making you really happy walking home from the pub?
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Only... Like a Rhinestone Cowboy There's no way he knows what he's doing.
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Luke has no idea.
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He's a loser.
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Luke hasn't got a clue.
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Luke, I stacked them up so high they crashed down on me.
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It's not even tall.
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Close the door!
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Close the door!
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Fuck you. You're a loser.
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I'll get you. So listen.
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He might know what I'm doing by now.
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Now he's fully aware of the game.
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The crash broke him up.
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Well, fuck him.
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So you know what's happening.
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No, you don't.
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You do not know the full extent of your demise, you fucking...
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loser.
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You... Are done for.
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In the words of Ned Slanders, you're done diddly young for.
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I will defeat you by the power of repeating the same mistake.
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You can fuck off.
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I'll beat you forever.
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I am the king.
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Give me more beers.
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Give me more beers. Here we go.
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Nice, cold, Heineken.
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Closing up your door.
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Your tomb.
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Sealing you in like an Egyptian pharaoh.
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But a pharaoh without the cash.
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Pharaohs had money.
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If you sealed me in my tomb, I'd have my money.
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My bitcoin, my dollars, my euros.
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I'd have cash. Who are you?
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You're a fucking...
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Egyptian dork.
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Get this.
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Egyptian loser.
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You're the Egyptian guy who sold goats to the man who fucked them for money.
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You're a dork. Is this going to...
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Sorry.
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Is this going to impede his movements tomorrow morning?
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He can't move. He opens the door, it falls in on him.
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You win. Are these two heinekens gonna impede our movement?
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Absolutely. Absolutely.
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There's nothing left. Look. Everything's done.
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So... That sure can.
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Can we drink a nice cold beer between us friends?
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We can. So Luke!
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Emergency meeting!
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Emergency meeting in the war room.
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Let's go! A setup!
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It's an emergency meeting in the war room.
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Who do you think I am? Emergency meeting.
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Let's go! Emergency meeting, Luke!
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Let's go! You know that every time anyone says emergency meeting, we have to be in the war room.
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Let's go.
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Luke!
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You're on your way.
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Cool.
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Keep filming. Why?
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There's still beer!
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There's a beer all over the ground!
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Ah, emergency meeting!
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Why is he listening?
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I think it's okay to steal people's identity, you cunt.
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Who am I, Andrew? Who am I?
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But doesn't it make you nervous?
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I think it's okay to steal people's identity, you cunt.
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Who am I, Andrew Hook?
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Who am I? Is that a black eye?
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Yeah, because I can't block punches.
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