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STEROIDS_BobLey_STEROIDS: It seems that you've been living two lives. One life, you're Greg A. Anderson, assistant to one of the most powerful sports figures of our generation. You have a locker number, show up on time, and you....help Barry Bonds get into his car. |
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MrAnderson: his knees are really just for show nowadays |
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STEROIDS_BobLey_STEROIDS: The other life is lived in blinded offices, where you go by the dealer alias "Balco" and are guilty of virtually every baseball crime we have a rule against. One of these lives has a future, and one of them does not. |
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MrAnderson: alright well what do you want from me? i came here on my own will. |
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STEROIDS_BobLey_STEROIDS: Lucky for you it's not you that we want. We want Bonds. |
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MrAnderson: well uh he's not here so you better check somewhere else. |
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STEROIDS_BobLey_STEROIDS: We're willing to cut you a deal. Give us Bonds and you'll walk. |
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MrAnderson: yeah that sounds like a really good deal. but I got a better one. how about I give you the finger. |
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MrAnderson: /gives finger |
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MrAnderson: and you give me my phone call. |
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STEROIDS_BobLey_STEROIDS: Mr. Anderson, you disappoint me. |
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MrAnderson: you can't scare me with this contempt crap. i know my rights. i want my phone call. |
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STEROIDS_BobLey_STEROIDS: Tell me, Mr. Anderson, what good is a phone call if you're unable to speak? |
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MrAnderson: MMPH MMRRRMMMRRRMMMM |
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STEROIDS_BobLey_STEROIDS: Don't take the clear pill. |
