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Why not?
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Cuz, fite me
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*shoots in kneecaps* *raids Fridge* *Leaves*
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But muh fridge
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Your fridge is mine
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Buts it is muh fridge
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Not anymore
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But..but....my....its...my.....
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Nope... Mine.
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...mine....its...mine.... *shakes back and forth in corner*
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*Backhands Qwerty*
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*shoots in foot* *takes fridge back*
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Damn it.... Foiled again.... Tell... Taco. Damn.
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Tell Taco Bell? Okay, I'll tell him I want a party pack. You can have the soft tacos, but the Doritoz Locoz Tacoz are mine!
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Bitch, I've never had one! Give me one!
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Okay, you can have one. I get 2 of your 6 soft tacos instead! Mwuahahahaha evil business venture!
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Ok. Fair trade.
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Oh boy. I'll trade you a Cool Ranch for 2 more
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Oh bby. Have 4 locoz tacoz and 4 soft shells. Heart Disease and Diearrhea here I come
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You bet'cha
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all day erry day
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all day erry day