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Bluto *on phone*: Mr HHH, we've got a problem here. Can we have a meeting to get this sorted out?
HHH: We gotta problem? You got a problem!
Bluto: Ummm.....okay then. Can we have a meeting to sort this out?
HHH: When?
Bluto: Last thing on Monday?
HHH: That's the main event!
Bluto: Ummm.....okay then. When?
HHH: You think you're worth a shot at the title? I'm coming over...
5 minutes pass, in walks HHH, 2 goons and an old man.
HHH: I am the game!
Bluto: Hello, Mr HHH, thanks for coming over.
HHH: Get him!
Goons and old guy rush forward and smash you up a bit.
HHH then kneels on you and punches you in the head until you bleed.
Bluto: Oowww! FUCK OFF YA FAT HEIFER! That hurts!
HHH: Pay *punch* Your *punch* Dues *punch*.....
Cleaning lady runs into office, picks up a swivel-computer chair and hits goons and old guy on the head, HHH and co leave the office, walking backwards up the corridor, pointing and mouthing silently......
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