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Move it up until the private in front of you smiles.
Well... No shit.
You're not afraid of a little blood, are you?
I do not like you! You cannot bring your shit here without my permission! Disappear, scumbag! (paraphrased)
Hey - my tour of duty runs another 85 years! There's a piece of dirt up here with your name on it! I'm waitin' for you, you little maggot! (paraphrased)
I smell bullshit.
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We must all go through a rite of passage. It must be physical, it must be painful, and it must leave a mark.
I have no knowledge of the events which you are describing, and if I did have knowledge of them,
I would be unable to discuss them with you now or at any future period.
 
Don't waste your time always searching for those wasted years
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