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| Give it to me straight, Doc... | |
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| Due to the injuries he incurred in his UCF* match, I had to cut off your son's left leg to save his life! | |
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| I know you had to do what you had to do, but at least he's- | |
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| But, then I saw his leg laying there on the tray, felt the hunger pangs, and decided to fry it up and eat it. | |
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| Well, as long as my son still has his other limbs... | |
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| Not really. My surgery assistant got hungry, too, and ate his other leg. The nurses buffalo'd his wings. And the anesthesiologist BBQ'd his breasts... | |
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