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M_I_SForEver

So you're
saying we'd actually have

1,500 Australians fighting for
Islamic state-type terrorists

because Muslim leaders
won't back down?

May I help you?

Just a refill on this, thanks.

Sure thing.

That's $25.

$25, thanks.

Oh, ah.

Yeah, mum, I know, the
salon's just not

cutting it for me these days.

Yeah, I think TAFE is
just what I need

to make a real go of it.

What about Josh?

He's old enough to take care
of himself now after school.

Yeah, look, mum, I gotta go.

I'm turning the mixer on.
I'm turning the mixer on.

Just a minute!

Box!
My office, now!

Yeah, boss?

About time, Box.

This is Nathan, our new charity
case the state's awarded us.

You're gonna show him the ropes

and make sure he doesn't
fuck up too much.

Come on, kid.

Show him around, get
him cleaning.

Then work up to the kills.

And safety! The last
thing I need

is another fucking idiot losing
a finger on the first day.

So this is the hose.

Squeeze the trigger,
on. Release, off. Got it?

Yep.

Now you go.

On.

Off.

Yeah, natural.

Do you eat steak?

Yeah.

Yeah, well, this is where
all the steak comes from.

But don't get
any ideas, huh?

Yeah, rump, eye
filets, sizzle,

T-bone, she's all here.

All we have to do is cut
it out of 'em.

Do you eat asshole?

What?

Tongues, face, assholes,

anything that's not
pretty goes into snags.

Waste not, want not, got it?

Got it.

Well, every
fortnight on payday,

we all bring in a bucket.

Well, not a big bucket,
like a small ice cream tub.

Casseroles, or for your
dogs. A few scoops of this,

you're all set.

This is the cold room.

Product goes in, product
goes out.

Don't get any ideas of
punching these things, though.

You're not Rocky, and you'll
just look like a wanker.

You a shooter?

Nah, but I
fish though.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah, fresh
water mostly.

Usually go up the river

or out on the lakes
for a few days.

You'll be fine doing a cow,
then.

You bop it on the head,
you slit its throat.

Guttin' a cow stinks a
shit lot worse than a fish.

So that's why you'll be
doing that part.

Welcome to the main event.

Out in the back, you
shoot 'em in the head.

The gate drops down, you
slit their throat.

Sometimes they'll keep kicking,

but you only focus on one thing,

turning these heifers
in Bolognese.

Now just like a fish.

You work your way from the
pussy down to the throat.

Here you go, cunt.

Heh, wet your lips on this.

Cheers, mate.

Don't get too excited.
You're getting the next one.

Oh, nah, I won't be
having too much.

You're driving?

I'm just, ah, cash is a bit
low until first payday.

Might have to start
calling you Whispers.

Why's that?

Because you never
fuckin' shout.

Everything okay
with the meals?

Looks like Box has got a
new girlfriend.

Yeah. Everything's all right,
love.

New guy!

Yeah, mate. Nathan.

Welcome to the
bullshit corner.

Wanna know why they
call him the Box?

Why's that?

'Cause he's a fuckin'
pussy, aren't ya?

Pussy!

Friend of yours?

Nah, that's Blake.

You gotta watch him at work.

Harmless, but he can
be a real cunt.

Someone needs to take
him down a peg or two.

Yeah, maybe one day,
tough guy.

Anyway, what brings you to town?

So how are you
finding the town?

Yeah, it's
fine. Just like back home.

Your living situation?

That's just me at the moment,

but hopefully Tracey
will be moving up soon.

Good.

That's good. Made any friends?

A guy at work's
been real good,

taking me out for
beers and stuff.

Just as long as it's
the right people.

First month's always
the hardest, you know?

But we don't want you slipping
back into your old habits

and getting in with the
wrong crowd, okay.

Nah, things are good.

Anyway, how's it at work?

Yeah, it's good just to
have a job again.

You working every day?

Four, five days mostly.

Okay, well, if it
gets any less than two,

give us a call and we'll
work something out, okay?

And your new mate's there?

Yeah.

Hm, and the rest of 'em?

Hey Nath. Little Nath,
all on his own.

What's goin' on?

Not much. Where's the big Box?

He's gone to get us
something from the lunch truck.

Oh, okay, well, you
won't have to worry

about buying lunch today, mate,

because we got a little
something for ya.

You being the new guy and all,

and you know, company tradition.

Yeah?

Yeah, why don't you take
a break and come with us?

Nah, fuck off, Blake.

Fuck off?

Don't be like that, don't.

Ya see, firstly, we're just
trying to be nice to you.

And secondly, well,
we got a little

extra-special delicacy for you.

Don't!

Because you're looking a
little too hungry there, Nath,

too hungry to be waiting
for your old mate Box

to waddle his ass back
from the lunch truck,

don't you reckon, Damon?

Yeah, mate, real fuckin'
hungry.

Get the fuck off me!

Let me ask you something,
Nate,

and I want you to be
completely honest with me.

Have you ever tried pig dick?

Get it, get it in there
, pig dick.

You enjoy that!

Pig dick!

When they start playing up,

they'll take any advantage
to tussle with ya.

Don't give 'em nothing. You
gotta show 'em who's boss,

And you do that by
slashing their arsehole open.

Yeah, yeah, I know,
"You shouldn't do that."

they say, "It's not right."

But they're not the
ones forcing them

through the processor, are they?

And besides, what's a
slashed taint

gonna matter just a few
moments time?

You gotta show 'em who's boss,
you gotta put 'em in line.

Why all of these pigs
all of a sudden?

I mean, since I got here,
it's just been cows, now pigs.

Yeah, well the place up
in Derry usually gets 'em,

but when they get overloaded,

we're stuck processing the
little fuckers.

I'm glad they taste so good,
otherwise it wouldn't be worth

dealing with all their
shit, now, would it?

You still hungry, Pig Dick?

Fuck off, mate.

Oh, come on mate,
don't be like that.

All right, all right, I get it,
okay?

We took it a little far,

me and the boys before,
but we're sorry.

Yeah, sure.

Good, we're sorry we
gave you lunch,

but we didn't give you
any fucking dessert,

did we, pig dick?

Ha ha ha ha, you fucking
Pig Dick! Whoo!

Fuckin' Pig Dick!

Pig Dick!

Pig Dick! Pig Dick! Pig Dick!

What the fuck was
all that about?

Just a bunch of fuckin'
comedians.

Nah, mate, what did they do?

They thought it'd
be real funny

to stick a raw pig
dick in my mouth.

That's , that's far,
that-

Everyone in town will
be calling you Pig Dick

by the end of the week
if Blake's mouth

has got something to do with it!

Maybe it's time a
lesson was taught.

What are you getting at?

Don't give me that
fuckin' doe-eyed look.

You know what I'm getting at.

I know what you've done.

Just like those pigs I
was telling you about,

it's time Blake is
taught a lesson

that when you fuck with the
bull, you get the fuckin' horns.

Box, you just missed
the turn-off.

C'mon.

What are we doing?

Hello?

Fuckin' hell.

What the fuck, Box?

Get off me ya bloody dickhead!

Come on!

Do it!

Do it again!

Now, you finish it.

Take it, take it!

Take it!

Do it.

Do it!

I don't know!

Do it! Do it!

His soul belongs to you now.

Come on, cunt, let's clean
this shit up.

Oi!

See you Monday.

You think a cow, pig,
or a fish

doesn't care if you kill it?

It does, you just
don't give a shit.

People aren't any different.

You done it before?

Don't tell me you
didn't like it.

That cunt deserved it.

Made it easy.

Hey, you ever hear about
this Martin Bryant bloke?

Huh, don't suppose you have.

People don't like to
talk about it these days.

People would much rather
try and forget, I guess.

Back in '96,
this fucker went all-out

in Port Arthur, men, women,
children.

It didn't matter to him.
They meant nothing.

He wasn't smart. He didn't
think things through.

Killed 36 people that day.

And he changed the country.

Yeah, I've heard of it.

You've
fucking heard of it.

Well, that dumb cunt, you
know he's retarded, yeah?

He's there rottin' in that cell!

He's the reason we can't
go to the shops

and buy an automatic!

He's the reason we can't
buy real guns!

He only got to 36, and that
number will never go up!

That'll starve him.

Not me. No one's ever
gonna know my name.

And that's just the
way I like it.

When can we do it again?

We got another
shipment of hogs

coming through on Thursday.

I want 'em processed
and out the door

by close of business
on Wednesday.

We're short, but you
gotta suck it up

and keep moving forward, okay?

If we don't get every
one of those pigs

out the door by Thursday,

you and I are both gonna
have pains in our asses

that we're not gonna get rid
of until end of financial year.

Number two processor's down.

Hans is coming to fix
it at 11 o'clock, okay?

He should have it up and running

by the time you guys get
back from lunch.

If any of those
idiots get an idea

about not wearing a hairnet
around the processing unit,

okay, you just remind 'em
what happened to Jimmy.

I'm countin' on you, Box,
got it?

Yeah, I got it.

Good, don't fuck it up.

Thanks for coming, mate.

No worries.

Cheers, cheers, come on in.

Box!

What's up?

Cops are here.

Yeah.

Couple of 'em,
talking to Beresford.

You fucking snitch on me,
cunt?

What? Why the fuck
would I do that?

Don't worry,
I'm only fuckin' with ya.

Shoulda seen the look
on your face.

Don't worry about it.

Of course they're here. They
had come here eventually.

I mean, Blake is missing, right?

So they come here to
his workplace,

they ask a few questions, and
then they're out the door.

They got nothing on us.
We're clean, trust me.

Now, get back to work
before Beresford

gets up my arsehole again.

Rough day?

Well, you could say that.

Bed time!

Hey, seriously,
Trace,

bloody good thing
you're here for Nate.

Yeah, I hope so.

So, what are
you gonna do?

Uh, gonna take my resume
around to a few places

tomorrow and see if I can
pick up a shift or two

on a checkout or something.

Yeah, there's a,

I think there's a hairdresser
in town, job going.

No, I've had it with
those places.

I want something I can work
up the ranks, you know?

Heh-heh, checkout
chick one day,

store manager the next day.

Something like that,
yeah.

Hey, look at ol'
lover boy over there.

I think someone can't
handle his piss.

I think you're a bad
influence on him.

Me?

Yes!

Ha ha ha, never!

Mm, hey, lover boy!

Oh, dear, gettin' a bit low.

I might get another one,
how 'bout you?

No, I'm good, thanks.

Fair enough, little darlin'.

Are you all right?

It's fine.

You know, one of the
older girls probably

has something to deal
with that, couple pills?

I said it's fine.

You know you're gonna
have to clean

that thing when it's up.

Do you want me to take my
clothes off, see my pussy?

Nah, leave 'em on.

Well, do you want me to
touch myself, get you going?

Stop it!

What, you don't like it?

I said stop it.

Where's the toilet?

Just over there, hun. I'll
be here when you get out.

Nah, I want you on the toilet.

That stuff's extra, you know?

Sit on it.

Piss.

What are these hogs
still doing here, Box?

They'll be out by knock-off.

They better be, mate.
Heads will roll!

Dickhead.

You know, tight little
dress, titties are out.

Sister's looking all right
for her formal, you know?

Nathan!

Oh, I'll catch you around,
Damo.

How 'bout we clear the
rest of these pigs up

so we can clear off
down the pub?

I hear they've got a
dartboard now,

and I reckon I'll be
pretty good at it.

No, I picked up some
extra work clearing gutters,

so I'll be doing that tonight.

Oh yeah? Good money in that?

You know, enough to
get us an extra

couple of rounds once a week,
huh?

Ha ha, now you're
talking my language!

Let's kill some pigs.

Oh, it's nice, they've
sent me a nice young boy

to help me around the house.

No problem, Mrs. Henderson.

Nice to have a man
about the house again.

Mr. Henderson not with us?

No, he went to Korea.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear.

No, it's really nice
to have someone

to help me around the house.

They, they did send me
one of those nips once,

but I didn't really like
the slanty eyes,

and yeah, give me the shudders,
yep.

Hey, kid.

What?

This yours?

Skywarp.

Well, I don't know, whoever
he is, looks pretty beat up.

Did you get that from
up on the roof?

Yeah, up in the gutters.

It was my mum's from
when she was little.

I accidentally threw it
up there a long time ago.

She'd be pretty mad, so I
never told her.

Well, now she never
even has to know.

Thanks.

Where are your parents?

They work, so I play at Nan's.

Cool, I'll see you around,
kid.

Okay.

See you later, Mrs. Henderson.

Oh, hang on there, Nathan,
I've got something for you.

A nice liver casserole.

Oh, nah, I couldn't.

Oh, yes, nonsense, of
course you can.

Take that home and get
your girlfriend

to make some nice mashed potato,

and you'll really love it.

You don't say.

And don't worry
about the plate.

Just bring that when you come,
okay?

Sure thing, Mrs. Henderson.

Okay, bye.

I hope you like liver, babe.

Hey, Nath.
How's Mrs. Henderson?

She sure is something.

Yeah, she's a
real firecracker, isn't she?

Hey, did she tell
you her fella died in Korea?

Yeah, she mentioned it.

Yeah, a fuckin'
load of bullshit.

Turns out that he had
two families,

and he was going back and
forth one to the other.

Babe.

The stupid prick just never
turned up one day.

Can you help
me with the oven, please?

Yeah, yeah, sure.

Oh!

What is he still doing here?

Still doing here? How
long's he been here?

He knocked off, and
he's been here ever since.

He just won't take the
hint and leave!

Really?

Yes!

Well, I'll have a
beer with him,

and I'll get him out the door.

Nah, no beers, just get
rid of him now.

No, shh, I don't want
him to hear ya.

I don't give a shit!
Just get rid of him!

So we want me to just
walk in there

and tell him to fuck off?

Yeah, I don't know, I don't
give a shit, Nathan, okay?

He's your friend, and right now,

he's creeping me the fuck out.

Fine. I'll get rid of him.

Good!

Hey, mate, I'm pretty tired.

Trace and I are gonna
head to bed.

What, you kicking me out?

It's just been a big day,
mate.

Yeah, no worries.

Look, if I had a slice
like that to come home

and snuggle up with,
when I walked in,

I woulda kicked me out.

No worries, huh, just
give me to the next ad,

and then you can have all
the time you want, stud.

Hey, hey, hey,
hey, be ready, 9:00 a.m.

Can you talk to
him at work tomorrow, please?

Aye? Talk to who?

To Box! He can't come
around like that.

Yeah, yeah, I will.

There's something
off about him.

Nah, that's just who he is.

He was nice enough to help
the new guy out at work.

Does he have a
family of his own?

I don't know. He
doesn't talk about it.

I don't think he does.

Yeah, well, he was
dodging the question

when I asked him before.

What'd you guys talk about?

Oh, he talked about
work and fishing

and hunting and just a whole
lotta boring shit, really,

but he never really answered
my questions, you know?

And it just sorta felt like I
was talking to a brick wall.

He just wanted to drink
beer and eat wings

and drivel on about
small-town life.

I just don't want him
getting the idea

that we're his family, you know?

Like, it's great that you
have a workmate.

That is what he is.

He's a workmate.

Yeah. I guess you're
right, just a workmate.

You'll tell him at work
tomorrow, yeah?

After you, princess.

Nah, what is this?

Oh, it's nothing to
be scared of.

Just a little project I've
been working on. Go on.

Down to the end of the hall.

So, what is it?

Shh!

Listen.

Do you wanna see it?

Say hello,

to Mr. Henderson.

Come on, Nath, come and
have a closer look.

Fuck, Box!

Like I said, my
special project.

This is fuckin' wrong, mate.

What's so wrong with it?

We're gonna kill him,
yeah?

Nah, this one's special.
Trust me.

Everything he's getting,

he had it fuckin' coming
to him, mark my words.

What did he do?

That's for me and Mr.
Henderson.

Isn't it, you old cunt?

How long has he been in there?

I dunno. Who gives a fuck?

I'm going outside.

Yeah, you do that.

I'm gonna have a chat
here with me old mate.

Hello, Stanz' office.

Hey, Louise, it's Nathan,
Nathan Hopper.

Ah, the country boy.

Yeah, that one.

Listen, is Stanz there for
a quick minute?

He's a little
busy at the moment, mate.

Yeah, I just need to speak
to him for a quick minute.

I'll see
what I can do.

Thanks.

Nathan?

Yeah, sorry, mate.

I just don't know who I
can talk to about this.

What's it about,
mate? Did something happen?

Don't tell me you're in
the lockup again.

No, I just, I need
someone to talk to.

Nath, I'm in the
middle of something here,

mate, shit up to me neck.

I'll call you next week, yeah?

Yeah, sure.

Hi, Nate. Calling Trace?

Yeah, just checking up on her.

Chicken burgers.

Thanks.

Oh, oh, yeah,

I got something real
special for us.

One for you,
one for me.

C'mon, let's go.

We're gonna flood the
whole valley for the hydro.

It's a shame, it's a
beautiful valley.

I think it's pretty gorgeous.

What's gorgeous is you.

Oh, my god, don't be gross!

I was only trying to be sweet!

Someone's here.

It's probably Parks.

There's two of them.

Where'd they go?

Tom, he's got a gun.

Seriously? You
can't hunt here.

How are we?

Yeah, good, mate.

You know you can't hunt
here. It's a national park.

Hunting? We're
not hunting, oh, no.

No.

Pest control, you see?

Feral cats making a mess of
all the indigenous critters.

Oh, okay.

How come you only
have one gun?

I shoot 'em, he carries 'em.

Doesn't look like
you're having much luck then.

I reckon our
luck's just about to change.

How come?

Heh, 'cause you're exactly

the kind of pussy
we've been after.

You can take
anything you want.

Oh, yeah?

Our wallets are just
in the bag over there.

Car's just down the road.

2016 Grand Cherokee, leather
seats, top of the line.

Sorry, I forgot where
in put the keys.

They might be under the blanket.

I want you to tie him up.

It's gonna be okay, honey.

Yes, it will.

I don't know what-

- Hey! Don't get any ideas.

Bang! Bang!

I know, how 'bout eeny, meeny,

miny, moe,

catch a nigger by the toe.

If he squeals, let him,

what the fuck was I, oh,
fuck this.

No, no, no, no, no, no!

Look at her!

The last thing she's gonna see

is you sobbing like some pussy.

Oh, please, no, no,
no.

Oh, please, why?

I'll make a deal with ya.

- No, no!
- I reckon she's got

about 30 seconds more
left in her.

If she lasts any longer,
I'll let ya go. Deal?

No!

Well, I tell ya what.

I reckon a bit of time's
already passed,

so we'll count down from 10,
shall we?

Ten, nine, eight-

- Why?
- Seven, six, five,

four, three, two-

Ah!

I'll let you in on a
little secret.

I picked her out right from
the very start.

Oh, Nate, shut this cunt up!

Nath, Nath!

He's seen your face. You
know what you have to do.

If you don't, you know
what that'll mean for you.

You know what that'll
mean for Trace.

Why, no, I can't!

All right, then. Looks
like it's up to me.

I haven't had this much
fun in a long time.

Wait!

Fuck!

I'll do it.

I'm done.

What?

What we did back there
was fucked. I'm done!

Don't you walk away from me!

Get it through your
fuckin' head, Box. It's over.

I don't know you. You
don't know me.

Nath!

Stay away.

You just can't call it quits!

Yeah? Watch me.

You're in this as
deep as I am!

It's not something you can
walk away from!

I never signed up for
what we did back there.

I can't do this anymore.

Nath, this is how it is. You
don't always have a choice!

That kid saw your face,
saw mine.

If we'd let him go,
we'll be both locked up.

You did what you had to
do to survive.

You made me kill a kid!

I made you kill a kid.
You did it on your own.

You did everything to make
this happen, everything!

It's over. You understand?

Look at this world, Box.
Look at it!

Back there, killing fucking
kids, is that what you want?

Over? This is never
gonna be over!

You just can't turn this off.
This isn't a fuckin' switch!

You asked me, you asked
me, and I let you in!

Every morning I wake up
in this world,

and I see those cunts
looking at me

like I'm some piece of fuckin'
filth!

Who the fuck are they?
Who the fuck are they?

You're a monster.

Nah, we both are.
You're just like me.

Oh, what, don't tell me
you didn't like it, kid.

You should be thanking
me for you're not the pussy

you once were when we first met.

I'll never be like you.

Oh, well, you do what
you have to do.

But ain't it gonna be a shame

when Trace finds out
all about this.

Don't you dare bring
her into this.

You even breathe her
name, and you're dead.

Nice work, Damo.

What are you doing, standing
around here doing nothing?

I just sliced
half a dozen hams!

Well, there's shit
to be done here, mate.

Take your thumb outta your ass

and go on get those hogs
out from their truck.

They've got your name on 'em.
Do your job!

What the fuck are these pigs

still doing in here, Damo?

Ah, yeah, sorry, Box,
I fucked up.

Just going out for a smoke.
You got these?

For fuck's sake!

What the fuck, Box? Why
are these pigs still alive?

I'll show you how to
kill a fuckin' pig!

What the fuck?

You're done, mate!
Get outta here!

Aw, fuck, Damo. Go
fuck your sister again.

Black
velvet tapestries

that hung all over the
ceiling and down the walls,

falling in heavy folds-

upon carpet of the same
material and hue.

But in this chamber only,

the color of the windows
failed to correspond-

- Oh, Box,
what are you doing here?

Oh yeah, I just
finished early.

Yeah, well,
Nathan's not here.

No, no, yeah, I know,
he told me

he was gonna meet me here.

Yeah, I don't know,
Box, he's gonna be a bit-

- No, he said he'll finish soon.

There was
no light of any kind.

Said he was
coming to meet me.

Or candle
within the suite of chambers.

Okay, come in.

There stood
opposite to each window

a heavy tripod
bearing a brazier-

- You want a
beer or anything?

Oh yeah, that'd be great,
thanks.

Glass and so
glaringly illuminated the room,

and thus were
produced a multitude

of gaudy and
fantastic appearances.

But in the western or
black chamber,

the effect of the
firelight that streamed

upon the dark hangings
through the blood-tinted panes

- was ghastly in the extreme-
- There you go.

And
produced so wild a look

upon the countenances of
those who entered

that there were few of
the company bold enough

to set foot within its
precincts at all.

It was in this apartment
also that there stood

against the western wall
a gigantic clock of ebony.

Yeah, how 'bout those Bombers,
eh?

With a
dull, heavy, monotonous-

- Fuck the Bombers.

And when the
minute-hand made the circuit

of the face, and the hour was-

- Is everything okay?

There came from
the brazen lungs of the clock

a sound which was clear-

- Yep.

And loud and
deep and exceedingly musical,

but of so peculiar a
note and emphasis that-

- Shall I put some food on?

The
musicians of the orchestra-

- Yeah, sure.

Momentarily
in their performance

to hearken to the sound, and
thus the waltzers perforce

ceased their evolutions, and
there was a brief disconcert

of the whole gay company, and
while the chimes of the clock

yet rang, it was observed
that the giddiest grew pale,

and the more aged and
sedate passed their hands

over their brows as if in
confused reverie or meditation.

I got a job.

A light
laughter at once-

- Yeah?

Yeah, at the salon. Like
you said, shampoo girl.

Is that a thing?

Of course it is! You
never get shampooed?

And no
similar emotion.

And then, after the lapse
of 60 minutes,

which embrace 3,600 seconds
of the Time that flies,

there came yet another
chiming of the clock,

and then were the same
disconcert and tremulousness-

So how's work going?

But in spite of
these things, it was a gay-

- Oh, yeah, can't complain.

Mm, it's hard, you guys
are getting all

those extra shifts lately,
not free time.

Actually, Trace, I
have a little bit

of a confession to make.

Okay.

I lost my job today.

Oh, that's really sad.
What happened?

Usually I'm on the
straight and narrow.

I clock on, do the hard
yards, and then I clock off.

I love that job, you know?

But today, nothing was
going my way.

I lost me cool, and it
shouldn't have happened.

But they shouldn't a
done that to me!

I was 15 when I started
that job, 15!

Everyone just giving
me shit, and I lost it.

That place is my home.
That place is my life.

You know, I saw people
come, I saw people go.

But I was always loyal.

I don't know anything
else but killing.

Every day, I got to take
the wind outta something.

Bang! Bang!

And on the days you don't,

you really start to miss it.

Just gonna check on the food.

Yeah, you do that.

Tracey?

Trace?

Trace?

Shit, Tracey! Tracey, oh, no!

Tracey! No, no!

She begged me, Nathan,
she did.

She begged for her life!

She begged for yours.

But that's not all. No.

You know why I went fishing
around inside her?

You know why I gutted her
like a fuckin' fish?

Had she told you?

No.

She begged for your baby.

Going somewhere?

You shoulda been there, Nath.

It shoulda been you stickin'
her!

Ow!

Rippin' that fresh
little one straight out.

You just-

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