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 | HOO-WEE!!! Happy thanksgivi...HEY! Look! INJUNS! | |
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| Why, Happy Thanksgiv...I see em' Clem...Damn! It's a slew of em'....DAMMIT! | |
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| Quick! Run back to the buckboard and grab them small pox infested blankets and my bottle of whiskey! | |
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| Damn straight Clem...we'll give them injuns a turkey day they won't soon forget, until they die a horrible death writhing in pain from the oozing postules of pox them blankets'll be givin' em... | |
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| Hey...grab my scalpin' kit while your there...I got the itch. | |
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| You got it Clem...killer virus blankets and a rusty straight razor comin' right up. | |
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