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    + I don't want a fuss or to put a bullet in your face. But unless you give me what I want there will be f*cking murders.

    - What's your name?

    * Shoot him.

    - So, you're obviously the big dick and that, on either side of you, are your balls. There are two types of balls: There are big brave balls, and there are little faggot balls.

    * These are your last words so make them a prayer.

    - Dicks have drive and clarity of vision but they're not clever. They smell pussy and they want a piece of the action. And you thought you smelled some good old pussy and have brought your two little faggot balls along for a good old time. But you've got your parties muddled up. There's no pussy here, just a dose that'll make you wish you were born a woman. Like a prick you're having second thoughts. You're shrinking. And your two little balls are shrinking with you. The fact that you've got " Replica" written on the side of your gun. And the fact that I've got " Desert Eagle .50" written on the side of mine should precipitate your balls into shrinking, along with your presence. Now, f*ck off!
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