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| Jason, I've got a dimensional rift in the lab open right now. Can we get this horse crap over with quickly? | |
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| Tea breaks are off. Orders from the Big Boss. | |
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| Damn you HR scum! I dance on your mother's grave! | |
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| Jesus, that's in bad taste Scot. She's alive and healthy and living in Doncaster. | |
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| You might want to dig about six feet under my feet, Mr Know-it-all. | |
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