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She tried to kick me in the groin, but my quick reflexes allowed me to judo flip her over my desk.
"One second, lady. I'm about to make a phone call that could break your case wide open, and I don't mean that in a double entendre sort of way."
Ring, ring...
"Yes, is this the M. Night Shyamalamhamorother residence?"
"Sir, this is Fifth Third Bank, 1366 Union Street."
"Oh. Is M. Night What'shisname there?"
"Let me check. 'I'm not a player, I just **** a lot...'"
I hate being put on hold, so I decided to hang up the phone and hunt down this Somalian guy myself.
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