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Dude...don't move. We ain't gonna hurt ya...just don't fucking move. *motions to the men in white with the straight jacket* You need help, you're not feeling too well. I'm gonna give you something to make you feel better, okay...*the men with the straight jacket pounce on George, and while they struggle with the frenzied maniac foaming at the mouth spouting some mumbo that's jumbo about him being Napoleon Bonaparte, he wonders what went wrong in this man's life, that he should meet upon his Waterloo at such a young age*
Damn drugs...tsk! *shakes his head* GRAB HIM....GRAB HIM, HE'S GONNA GET AWAY!! USE THE CATTLE-PROD....THE CATTLE-PROD, DAMMITTT!!!!
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