| Kate Moss: |
Mmm. Hello there.
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| Sandwich: |
Um, hello? What's going on here?
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| Kate Moss: |
So you're a sandwich.
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| Sandwich: |
What? Yes, I'm a sandwich. Haven't you seen a sandwich before?
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| Kate Moss: |
It's been a very, very long time.
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| Sandwich: |
Hey, aren't you-
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| Kate Moss: |
And you look a-mazing.
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| Sandwich: |
Pfff... wha? Yeah. I mean, whatever. I spent a little extra time on my mustard this morning. No biggie.
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| Kate Moss: |
Ooooh. I can hardly look at you.
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| Sandwich: |
Hey, look all you want! This is real bread. No preservatives here. No siree.
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| Kate Moss: |
Maybe I could have just a taste.
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| Sandwich: |
Yes. I vote yes. Are we voting?
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| Kate Moss: |
A little lick wouldn't hurt.
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| Sandwich: |
No. No, it would not. It would not hurt anyone. Ever. That's the last thing it would do. Lick me. LICK ME!
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| Kate Moss: |
Wait a minute. What am I doing? This is wrong.
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| Sandwich: |
WHAT?! No no no. This is not wrong. This is sooo right!
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| Kate Moss: |
It starts with a lick, but then what?!
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| Sandwich: |
Oh mama. I can't breathe when I think about it.
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| Kate Moss: |
Then I have a bite.
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| Sandwich: |
Is that wrong?
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| Kate Moss: |
Then a few bites...
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| Sandwich: |
Again... fine with me.
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| Kate Moss: |
Next thing you know, I'm forcing you back up into the toilet of a strip club.
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| Sandwich: |
THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT I'M SAY- wait, what's that now?
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| Kate Moss: |
Oh, f*** it. Come here.
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| Sandwich: |
Nooooooo! |