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No, no, Sammy. Let's just let him fall on his face without any help.

Doesn't need to be a big to-do. Two minutes. Top, just let him do it.

While that's very adult of you, Ben, no. It's a stupid idea to give this asshole any more airtime.

Well, it looks like Beny Boy over there finally put on some pants in the men's section.

It's Ben and don't push your lock, Frickard.

How could I ever be more like you? Maybe by sticking my head straight up my keyster.

You want me to hang up? Final warning.

We have a legally binding contract butt face. I even found a paralegal on Craigslist to come over

the fine print. Good bye, Greg. Let's make it forever, yeah?

No wonder the love of my life, my angel, my princess, my...

Damn, so in distress, Miss Emily Pog.

Alright, that's enough, Frickard.

Don't!

Enter.

Rup me, shotgun.

No wonder Emily wants to be your buddy, Beny.

It's obviously because you're just so freaking cool.

A cool guy over here.

Ben, just hang up the phone.

Do you really want me to get into this, Greg?

I'm more than happy to give you a, uh, a mile-long list about all the ways you're a piece of hot garbage,

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