Ohhhhhh, I see what you mean. It was one of the guys after the bounty on my head...I think. Either that or one of the guys my bitch of a stepmother sent to kill me. After a while you kind of stop paying attention to the particulars, you know?
Hmmm. Fancy house, fancy lotion, fancy sweater. You're really living the high life, aren't you, pal?
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Hmmm. Fancy house, fancy lotion, fancy sweater. You're really living the high life, aren't you, pal?
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If I was really being fancy, I'd go to some kind of exclusive beach with a house to rent or something like that. Rich people do that, right?