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**OnlineHost** Welcome to Interstate Highway Chat! |
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PECOTASBIKE: /hums steadily along |
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PECOTA: /looks down at sidecars to left and right |
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pr0FF3ss0r_f4rnsw0rth: /absently playing pocket travel Simon |
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DudeYerGettinADelmon: /vacantly munching on Twizzler |
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PECOTASBIKE: /whispers
Two men, without their brothers. A terrible thing. |
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PECOTA: /whispers
Indeed... |
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PECOTA: /global
YOU BOYS! SURE ARE BEING TROOPERS! |
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DudeYerGettinADelmon: yee well i still dont really know what the fuck
i mean what the fuck |
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PECOTA: THIS IS THE FUCK!
THE DAVID GLASS MAKES HIS LAIR IN BENTONVILLE, ARKANSAS! WE! ARE GOING THERE TO WAGE WAR WITH HIM! AND RESTORE ORDER TO BASEBALL! |
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DudeYerGettinADelmon: so he a ol lady who owns a independent retail establishment
cause if so, blam bitch ya dead in a ditch |
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PECOTA: IN A MANNER OF SPEAKING! THIS! IS WHY I NEED YOU AND YOUR BROTHER! THE DAVID GLASS IS ALSO THE OWNER OF WAL-MART |
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DudeYerGettinADelmon: the fuck is walmart |
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PECOTA: THE MOST CONVENIENT STORE THINE EYES HAVE EVER SEEN!!! |
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DudeYerGettinADelmon: aw fuck then
ya own a convenience store, delmon come bust out ya inconvenient toof |
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PECOTA: YOU SHOULD ALSO! BE AWARE THAT HE IS A DEMON-MAN WITH SUPERNATURAL POWERS WHO CAN IMMOLATE MENS' SOULS |
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pr0FF3ss0r_f4rnsw0rth: does he have a midsection that i can mosh into the ground like so many soggy loafs of bread |
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PECOTA: YES! AND I WILL NEED YOU BOTH! TO SAVE BASEBALL! |
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DudeYerGettinADelmon: man ya dont need this honky, me an my bat'll snap some fuckin cheeks
ya look like a fuckin flagpole honky |
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pr0FF3ss0r_f4rnsw0rth: i got a fucken flagpole in my fucken pants
school kids circle aroundst my dick every thursday morn and pray to god an jesus
and sometimes get shot by some kid whose listens to too much toad the wet sprocket |
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DudeYerGettinADelmon: man fuck toad the wet sprocket and fuck ya dumb ass, ya dick aint got a flag on it
but it always got a fag in it |
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pr0FF3ss0r_f4rnsw0rth: the fuck are you saying that fucken elton jim hammers me in my urethra franklin |
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DudeYerGettinADelmon: man im sayin david sedaris is in ya london an paris |
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pr0FF3ss0r_f4rnsw0rth: what the fuck does that mean
actually what the fuck is your hat about
where do you play, fucken tuberculosis city montana |
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DudeYerGettinADelmon: whatev ya hat look like the fuckin hobo sign fa "dont stop here less ya wanna get gangbanged in ya shit chute" |
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pr0FF3ss0r_f4rnsw0rth: yeah good thing for you cause the armied corpse of engineers has to build special trusses to hoist mine mighty dingdong |
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DudeYerGettinADelmon: ya cant get ya own dick up how the fuck old is you, 685 |
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pr0FF3ss0r_f4rnsw0rth: fuck you even the most shitlumpt fatass children use my woodpecker as a zipcord at christian summered camp |
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DudeYerGettinADelmon: hahaha im gettin fine honeys all night while fuckin andy milonakis zippin off ya dick
spreadin his cream cheese on ya gold locket |
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pr0FF3ss0r_f4rnsw0rth: fuck you my long an throbby is a tool for ministry, what in the frick are you doin with yer dick |
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DudeYerGettinADelmon: teachin ya momma the ol "what-for" |
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pr0FF3ss0r_f4rnsw0rth: what |
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DudeYerGettinADelmon: the ol "who-how" |
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pr0FF3ss0r_f4rnsw0rth: what |
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DudeYerGettinADelmon: the ol "how-is" |
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pr0FF3ss0r_f4rnsw0rth: what |
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DudeYerGettinADelmon: the ol "what-becomes" |
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pr0FF3ss0r_f4rnsw0rth: wherein do you get off sayin that crap shit you fucken laos leprechaun |
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DudeYerGettinADelmon:the fuck you just call me |
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pr0FF3ss0r_f4rnsw0rth: i callt you a fucken maomick |
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DudeYerGettinADelmon: mothafuck ya better not be callin me a member of a muffukin irish diaspora that settles in souf asia |
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pr0FF3ss0r_f4rnsw0rth: thats right you god damned filipino fumblin dublin
fucken phnom penh pikey |
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DudeYerGettinADelmon: we about ta have some words ya fucken oppresionist limey |
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pr0FF3ss0r_f4rnsw0rth: yeah well i got ned kellys dick mount'd in my fucken tv room so grab a vag and smoke it |
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DudeYerGettinADelmon: well at least my brah's still out there, ya brah's a fuckin ghost |
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pr0FF3ss0r_f4rnsw0rth: you
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you fucken |
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pr0FF3ss0r_f4rnsw0rth: oh jesus
/buries head in hands |
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DudeYerGettinADelmon: /sigh
fuck it man
/turns away |
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PECOTA: /look of sorrow and concern |
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PECOTA: /and of uncertainty, for the first time in his life |
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pr0FF3ss0r_f4rnsw0rth: ... |
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DudeYerGettinADelmon: ... |
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PECOTA: ... |
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PECOTA: /eyes brighten |
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PECOTA: BAD BOYS!; BAD BOYS! WHAT CHA GONNA DO! WHAT CHA GONNA DO! WHAT CHA GONNA DO! WHEN THEY COME! FOR! YOU! |
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PECOTA: /pause |
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pr0FF3ss0r_f4rnsw0rth: ... |
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DudeYerGettinADelmon: ... |
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PECOTA: BAD BOYS! BAD BOYS! WHAT CHA GONNA DO! WHAT! CHA GONNA DO! WHEN THEY COME FOR YOU!!!! |
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pr0FF3ss0r_f4rnsw0rth: nobody na gicka no rickayyyy |
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DudeYerGettinADelmon: police non give ya no break |
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pr0FF3ss0r_f4rnsw0rth: an no sowwwja gonna giya no break |
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DudeYerGettinADelmon: not even
ya assa nah give ya no break
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PECOTA: iAYY AY! |
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**OnlineHost** The three sing merrily together as they disappear with their motorcycle into the horizon. A battle is near, very near, and they very well may not survive it. But now, at this moment, they are happy. |