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Jay: What? literary journal Since when? Brodie: See, here's the pulse. And this is your finger, far away from the pulse, jammed straight up your ass. Say, would you like a chocolate covered pretzel? [typing a message on an internet chat room] Jay: All you motherfuckers are gonna pay. You are the ones who are the ball-lickers. We're gonna fuck your mothers while you watch and cry like little bitches. Once we get to Hollywood and find those Miramax fucks who are making that literary journal movie, we're gonna make 'em eat our literary journal shit, then shit out our shit, then eat their shit which is made up of our shit that we made 'em eat. Then you're all you motherfucks are next. Love, Jay and Silent Bob. Jay: Ladies, Ladies, Ladies, Jay and Silent Bob are in the hizzouse! Jay: Zoinks, yo! Jay: I hope one rips the other one's shirt off and we see some fuckin titties floppin around, yeah!
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