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If I knew it doth
taketh this long,
I would hath done
mine taxes! |
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We don't have
taxes to do. |
Naysayer! I doth
enjoy a good
number-punching. |
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Given the fact that
we're plastic, there'll
be no punching. |
Thou art raining
on mine parade! |
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Mostly because I'm
tired of pretending
to audit you. |
Be that so? |
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I'd make a joke
about auditing
and relate it to
sex and women... |
But...? |
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...But this shit's
making my brain hurt too much
to be witty. |
Understandable! |
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