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Allan! Allan! Answer that phone! Working, you know, can't hear myself think! Allan! You fool! Pick up that phone! (sigh) No sense in this job anymore Only here for the salary Nobody cares anymore. Allan! ALLAN! What did this to you? Oh! 911!? Can't touch his phone! Poor Allan! Oof! Tripped-Another one? No time for 911! I better run! Oh no! You're still here! Oh nooooo!
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