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How are you?
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Good. Where you been? Jim? Jim.
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Alex. Alex the man.
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Nice to see you. Andrew.
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Too slow! I got you.
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Is that funny? That was pretty funny.
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You have to admit it. I got you. I don't find that funny.
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I find it offensive. You find it offensive?
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Yeah. Because I trusted you.
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It's not that I was actually too slow, because I didn't try and move fast.
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It's that I trusted you and you broke the trust.
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I don't think that's funny. I don't think breaking the trust of your friends is a very funny thing to do, Bailey.
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Maybe for you white people, that's normal.
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But where I'm from, when you grow up together and you live together and you're fighting a war against the matrix, you rely on each other.
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But I guess we're just built a little bit differently, aren't we?
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Okay, okay. No, no, no, no.
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Let's try it again. Let's try it again.
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I will never shake your hand again.
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You can take your Christian shit.
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You can go read that Bible.
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Jesus forgives. I don't.
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Ever. We do jihad.
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We're built different. You can go forgive.
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Go forgive. Go read the Bible. No.
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Try Jesus. Don't try me.
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Andrew. No. I will never, ever shake your hand ever again.
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So you're just going to leave me hanging forever?
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Correct. Fair.
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Fair. Last time you said that you gave him beef ribs and everyone on that TC episode freaked out because they said like those bones can like kill him.
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Like pierce his stomach. Freaked out where?
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What do you mean? He just said you're not supposed to give dogs bones like that because it can kill them.
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What, in the comments? Yeah.
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There's like 50 comments. I'm a real G with street problems.
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You think I read fucking comments?
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I don't read comments. I don't give a shit what they say.
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Plus, they obviously forgot the science that I am built different.
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Meaning, by extension, my boy's built different.
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Imagine having a dog that's dead from a bone.
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Isn't it give a dog a bone?
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Isn't that the whole fucking song?
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Can't give your dog a bone, it might die.
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No wonder all of you fucking losers can't get anywhere in life.
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Even your dogs are pussies.
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Bro, G is built different.
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He'll eat a fucking cow.
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Bone and all. Fucking crying her eyes about giving your dog a bone.
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The world's gone so fucking soft.
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I eat those bones, bro.
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I chew those beef rib bones myself.
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If there's one thing that doesn't police my behavior, it's the comment section.
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She's built different. As am I. Yeah, Bailey's a Star Tard.
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I think the sun's real. The sun's real, bro.
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I think the sun is a star.
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And you think it's real. I mean, you're a Star Tard.
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You're a Star Tard, bro. I mean, you weren't with us and could take confidential when we worked out the eggs weren't real.
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I meant that you were still somewhere in Texas reading the Bible.
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Do you believe in eggs?
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I knew this couldn't be real.
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Do you believe in eggs?
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That's what I mean. There can't be a super high net worth, an ultra high net worth individual.
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Cannot be asking me whether I believe in eggs.
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Do you believe in them? No, I've gone mad.
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I've gone insane. Do you believe in eggs?
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This is a big fantasy land.
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So wait, eggs, right? So it's an egg.
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Yeah. And if you eat it, it's good for you.
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But if you don't eat it, it becomes a dinosaur.
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Or chicken, yeah.
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Or like a crocodile, yeah.
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Do you believe in that? I don't believe in eggs, buddy.
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Sorry. I'm not sure I believe in boats.
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Wait a second. Andrew might be fucking right.
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There might be no such thing as fucking eggs.
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You tried to order me eggs on the menu, and this has come.
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And they're trying to pretend this is eggs?
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So is eggs like a floating, a-a-a-changes?
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Is that an egg? Is that how they describe eggs?
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They're telling me eggs are real. You just order off the menu.
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You try to order eggs to be a smart ass, and this shit came.
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It's just an egg. You said when that egg's come, you're up to admit eggs are real, blah blah blah.
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I did say that. I agree with that, 100%.
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And now you're sitting here telling me that the sun is real.
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The sun's definitely real. You missed out on something.
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You've been discovering what's real and what isn't for the longest time, and Bailey was somewhere in Texas.
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Alright, Bailey, prove the sun's real.
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Have you ever touched the sun?
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Bro, I'm gonna go touch it now.
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Have you ever held it? Bring me the sun if it's real.
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F*** you and your burden of proof.
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It's not even real because you can't even look at it.
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How can you look at something that's not real?
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Don't even look at the sun.
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If you go blind, I'll admit it's real.
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Only if you go blind.
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If you don't go blind, it's not real.
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See? Can't even look at it.
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How can you look at something that's not... How can you look at something?
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How come your camera can't see the sun?
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Wait a minute. Bailey, I'm not joking.
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Your camera can't see the sun.
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Why is that? Put your camera in the sun.
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So wait. We're talking about something that Bailey can't look at that doesn't appear on camera.
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Baby, point that camera at the sun.
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You cannot see the sun on that camera.
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It doesn't exist! It's never existed!
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Your camera is the real universe.
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Your mind has been fooled into thinking there's something called the sun up there, but the camera is a machine.
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It's not emotionally swayed by the arguments of big sun and big government.
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Point the camera at the sun and admit you can't see it with the camera.
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Heat comes from the Earth's molten core.
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From the ground, dummy.
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Yeah, the air is warm enough.
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Doesn't need no sun. You're a space tar.
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Yeah. I have nothing to say.
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Why do you wear such dorky little glasses?
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Because they make my skinny neck look bigger.
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It keeps the focus up here and not down here, you know?
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Why don't you just get your eyes laser and be Cyclops?
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Absolutely not. I'm scared of lasers.
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I'm scared of lasers because I'm a super dork.
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I tried staring at the sun once but then I realized it wasn't real because Tristan was correct.
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You look so weird in those.
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Yeah, so do you. I'm trying to show you how gay you look.
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I can hear you on the mic.
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Can you hear me on the mic? We're going to be live editing this one.
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Cool. So I've prepared absolutely zero questions.
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That's good. No, that's fantastic.
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We'll just freestyle it. Yes, I don't think we need questions.
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Me neither. I think we'll agree on most things.
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Hopefully we disagree on a few things as well, because it'll be an interesting conversation.
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But if not, we can just complain.
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Yes, we can. British. I think we can compare quite a lot as well.
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I think we've had many similar experiences at different levels.
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Absolutely, absolutely.
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I'm here.
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A little different.
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I'm on some 2024 badness.
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I'm all bad back. You do have to fuel up for body shots in a few minutes.
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Oh yeah, I'm probably beating the shit out of everybody.
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One? Let's go, bro.
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Let's go! Luke's gonna get his ass whooped by a man who is fueled by M&Ms.
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And strawberries. And strawberries.
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Well, I mean... Why are we taking this elevator?
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Why? Why?
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Come on! Come on! It'll be snuggle-vuggle!
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This is the shittiest elevator.
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This is the greatest elevator. Look how small it is.
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Look, his head's nearly on the bloody thing.
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Take him off my face!
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🎵🎵🎵 You're not going to tell me what to do, boys.
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Nice, that was fucking beautiful.
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🎵🎵🎵 Go on, Andrew. Drop it, drop it.
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That's it, that's it, that's it.
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Nice, nice. All that calisthenics.
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Let's go. Ten seconds last.
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Ten seconds last. All out, all out, all out wall.
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All out wall. All out wall.
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All out wall.
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All out wall. All out wall.
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All out wall. All out wall. All out wall. All out wall. All right.
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Breathe, breathe, breathe.
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Breathe, breathe, breathe. Just so people know, we went straight from Katie Hopkins right to sparring.
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Not even five minutes.
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We were home. Shorts on, gloves on, go.
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One minute.
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Three, two, one.
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More clothes. Come on!
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Fuckin' go! All the energy you need to fuck pussy.
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No energy for this whore.
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Wait a second.
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I can't think of a better gift to give Luke for his birthday than a broken rib.
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rib.
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I'll do my best. Is that going to be your birthday present?
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Yeah. He brought me the gift of pain.
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The gift of pain.
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Normally your friends, they get you nice things.
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36 rounds for a birthday.
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The gift of pain. If he's going to break your rib for your birthday, then I'm going to take all your money at poker.
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Good luck, bro. The rib might happen.
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The rib might happen. You are not touching a fucking penny of my money.
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That is not going to age well, but it's fine.
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Hey, beautiful, beautiful.
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Ten seconds.
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Last ten, you're asking everything you've got.
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Don't stop punching, don't stop punching.
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Forward.
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Slow down, go, go, go, go, go.
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Gee if you have to.
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Breathe, breathe, breathe.
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Ten.
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Three, two, one, time.
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Last shot was good.
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Daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy, da-da.
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Five, four, three, two, one, time.
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Nine.
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Love you.
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It's poker time, boys.
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boys let's go you were in your tactical gear I see Very comfortable. That is a very good move.
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Tristan's going to get stuffy in his tuxedo.
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You're playing for comfort.
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I think you might have an advantage there.
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So, plus one point to Andrew, for sure.
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But, Nigel is wearing the tactical black man bandana, so we're all screwed.
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Just saying. I had the highest pair on the board until the eight came up.
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Two diamonds, but I didn't worry about that after the flop.
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Well, I had ace, two, three, four.
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Well, you had what?
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The losing hand? Is that what I heard?
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For the first time tonight, yeah.
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For the first time tonight, I had the losing hand.
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Quite a big one though, wasn't it?
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It was fairly big, I'm still doing okay.
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Check.
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Check.
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This evening's banker.
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I don't know how Tristan feels holding my money.
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That's a lot more thinking right now.
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Let's dance, ladies. Let's dance.
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Tristan, are you turning up the shit talk?
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I'm turning up the shit talk. Oh, no, no, no.
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The shit talk's now being turned back.
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All right, good. Oh, you have to be fucking joking.
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Oh, quiet. Seven's coming.
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It's all right. It works. Suck my short dick!
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A lanky, ugly, goofy, birthday thrift.
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I don't know. You took him out.
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Fucking knew it, cunt.
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I'm happy. Look, look, look.
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You could use my life. Why are we playing Uno for $500?
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Because we are. Highest car goes first, yeah?
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Sure. Ooh.
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It skips higher than eight.
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It just is, isn't it? It's a better card.
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So what does that mean? I go first?
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You go first, so I deal to myself first.
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Alright, let's do it. I insist you cut the deck.
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Tristan, it's 5 a.m.
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I know, buddy. We've been gambling playing poker all night.
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I've won loads of money on side bets.
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Cut the deck. So I deal to me first, you go first.
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I'm going to get a statue. Let's go.
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What's up, baby?
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More money.
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Why are we playing catch?
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Give me your money.
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Give me your money.
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Thank you, sir. Good night.
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You are not touching a fucking penny of my money.
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