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(Hardcore Holly wakes up at his house.)
Hardcore: Where am I? How did I get home?
(Hardcore looks down to see his arm cut off.)
Hardcore: AHH! OH MY GOD! WHERE'S MY ARM!? OH MY GOD!!!
(Hardcore finds a note on his night stand.)
Letter:
Dear Hardcore,
I know you didn't mean to break my arm, but I'm the US champion, so I had to use yours for a while. Don't worry, I'll give it back. Cause that's cool.
From,
Carlito Caribbean Cool
(Hardcore just stares at his arm and passes out.)
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