Originally posted by rented tracksuit
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It'll go something like this.................Skelator walks in with a bright smile on his face, sits down and the room darkens.
He starts mumbling something like how proud he is of his "francise", even though his shares have dipped a bit.
Then he will lose his usual charm and start screaming " all you journalist bastards all pick on me so you can go to hell, along with rented tracksuit from the chookpen"..................
Thus ends another presser.
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