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sure did, Nicky. *slaps the duct tape over Nick's mouth, handcuffs hands behind his back, wraps the arms and legs with parachute cord, ties the ankles together and attaches them to the handcuffs, and puts a keyboard under his fingers*
sorry Nicky ol' boy, what was that?
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