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"Thank God you're here Dunkin, the orphans are trapped in the 32 story building and there's rapists in there trying to kill them." "Fear not civilian, for my birthday vision will see us through." [cue Superman music] Recently featured: None, because they cannot compare to my birthday SCENE 1 EXT. RESIDENTIAL STREET – DAY
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