Tom: What happen? 
Dick: Someone fight up us the apple.
Harriet: We get rock.
Tom: What!
Harriet: Main sccreen struggle on. 
Tom: It's you!! 
Sandra: How are you gentlemen!!
Sandra: All your snow are belong to us. *snifs deeply*
Sandra: You are on the way to wind.
Tom: What you eat? 
Sandra: You have no chance to f^ck make your time.  *wiggles*
Sandra: Ha ha ha
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Um, er...wasn't this the transcript of my last project meeting?

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