Proper write up may follow when I get round to it.
“Shut up and get in my sack.”
“Why did you leave my adopted mummy to die?”
“It’s just not classy unless it’s in a cocktail glass.”
“It’s the perfect family - seven kids, no stretch marks.”
“You two can be dead but I’m not so I’m not coming in till I get pattern scanned!”
“That’s assault, surely
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