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mister, mister, can we can we can we? one shot, pleeeeeze?
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did you not hear me?
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what? no. the club's loud. come on, quick, we've got him. argh, he's getting away.
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quit shoving that camera in my face. and get these groupies off me.
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watch your mouth, sir. we're band-aids. we're here because of the music. do smile now. don't be scared. it's just us. you're in safe hands. you're lucky we need you alive and undamaged... mwahaha.
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geddem off me! sheesh. they think they're evil. just you wait. i'm gonna make a funny face and ruin the picture.
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keep still, goddam it.
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these groupies.
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band-aids!
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maaan... whatever. just another day at the office. oh well. boo hoo. it's not my fault i'm byron.
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