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Jack, better you than me. That kid's such a wuss you'll look like you walked 8 miles through a monsoon after he's done crying on you.
And Flux, get it straight - I didn't touch Eddie. I hit him with a ruler. That's how the nuns did it, and that's how I do it. That's D-I-S-C-I-P-L-I-N-E, son, and you'd better take a page from my book. Or else I'll read to you from the Book of Picking Up Your Kids and Throwing Them At You. Jerk. |
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