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Image of the quote is loading... SaveSave I promise not to hurt you, unless you try to take my shit. Then I'll twist your head off and hide it in a bush somewhere. - Quote by Cedric Nye

I promise not to hurt you, unless you try to take my shit. Then I’ll twist your head off and hide it in a bush somewhere.

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