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MallSanta: How about a nice football? |
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Football? Football? What's a football? With unconscious will my voice squeaked out 'football'. |
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HTEmil: f... football |
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MallSanta: Okay, get him out of here. |
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ElfHire: COME ON KID /throws HTEmil down the big slide |
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A football? I don't want to burn and electrocute dogs! Oh no, what was I doing? Wake up, Stupid! Wake up!
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HTEmil: /stops self on slide
/climbs back up
No! No! |
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HTEmil: I want an Official Red Ryder Carbine-Action Two-Hundred-Shot Range Model Air Rifle! |
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MallSanta: You'll shoot your eye out, kid. |
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MallSanta has pie-faced HTEmil with his boot.
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MallSanta: HOEEEE HOEEEE HOEEEEE!!! |
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Later that season, in the Kansas City Royals Clubhouse Chatroom... |
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duckworth: and i hardly think we can take what bob costas says seriously, because he is so short. i mean, honestly |
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KornackiTheMagnificent: /holds out microphone
And do you think that Bob Costas is "all the way black?" |
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duckworth: no karen, absolutely not. in fact, looking at bob costas i would go as far as to say that he is more white than black
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duckworth: furthermore, only the opinions of a tall, black man mean something in today's hectic world of sports. if we- |
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KornackiTheMagnificent has been blasted in the eyeball with a BB |
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KornackiTheMagnificent: /slaps hand over face
/crumples over |
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duckworth: -allow midgets and crackers to-
hey, are you all right |
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KornackiTheMagnificent: Ack, Mr. Duckworth! Ack ack ack ack Mr. Duckworth! |
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Oh my god, I shot her eye out! |
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GoobleGobble: /shuts self in cabinet, sobs |
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BuddyIcon: Jimmy? What's wrong? Whatcha cryin' for? |
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GoobleGobble: Daddy's gonna kill Emil! |
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BuddyIcon: No he's not... |
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GoobleGobble: Yes he is! |
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BuddyIcon: No, I promise, Daddy is not going to kill Emil! |
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Meanwhile, on the field...
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PECOTA: /struggles against wild dogs
SONS! OF BITCHES! BUMPUSES!! |
