Once I unleash my DinoArmy upon the world, there won't be any stopping me. But to insure the safety of my Prehistoric brethern, I'll need a train conductor....no...a medic....mediconductor! I'm accepting resumes.
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What the hell are you wearing on your hip, Serpico?
Did you SEE the hip hop booth? SHIT! You gotta pack heat at the mall, fool!
That and I had no qualms with being a tourist.
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