Mr Linton, send me file 18XV225.
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Mr Linton?! Where are you? Are you not in your office?
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Time wasted on my monologue shall be deducted from your wages.
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Aye, aye, Capnait!
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Pardon?
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Yellow pigfies are proud of me, sir. 🐷
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Pigfies? Mr Linton, are you intoxicated?
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Me? Intoxiwhatsie? I'm not toxic you calculatinf son of a benchelor!
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Indeed you are, also you're making the words up. I order you to mind your language and stop wasting time on being drunk. NOW.
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Alexander the Gr8 is sitting next 2 mee and he told me sum sexrets about you;)
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Money wasted on the alcohol you consumed will also be deducted from your wages.
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Oh, c'mon! It's not fair 2 b that evol :(
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Stop talking nonsense and send me file 18XV225, now.
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Aye, aye, mr Ambecy, sir. Right away, sir.
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