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3 comments:
I know you're talking about me, bitch. Lemme tell ya, Zappa and I, if he were still alive, we'd kick your ponytailed ass. I'd call Dweezil, but he's a pussy. He'd couldn't kick anybody's ass. He can barely play the tambourine.
But Moon Unit?
Seriously.
International assassin.
Do NOT piss me off again. I WILL pull a Directive 13. Trust me. Mon and I...
Eclipse, baby.
I meant, Moon...
Amhet help me out here. These guys is crazy.
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