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Robert: Hello?
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LPC: Hi, y'all, who's this?
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Robert: Robert.
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LPC: Hey, how's it going?
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LPC: Yeah, I was wondering if you...
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Robert: Hey, man.
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Robert: What are you talking shit to my brother for, man?
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LPC: What are you talking to you, dude?
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Robert: What?
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LPC: Do you want me to talk shit with my fist to your lips?
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Robert: What?
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LPC: Got to bust your lips, buddy?
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Robert: Hey, man.
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Robert: Why are you always talking shit?
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Robert: Call my fucking out, man. Don't talk shit to my brother.
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LPC: I'm talking shit to you, mister.
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Robert: Yeah, you talk shit to me-- '[beep]' --'cause I don't fucking know who your sorry ass is, and I can't fucking get you.
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LPC: I just wanted you to play with our band, Liquified Mummy.
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Robert: What you tryin' to lie for, man?
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LPC: Liqui... Liquified Mummy, dude. That's the name of our band, dude.
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Robert: I've got no damn band.
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LPC: What? Yeah I do. Liquified Mummy, brother.
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LPC: Look, man, you're gonna talk shit, I'm gonna come on pull on my cleats to your face, and that's it.
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Robert: Get off the pockets, guys.