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Ahhh.... Is good life here in America! But where the heck is my cousin Niko? Why does he leave when I need him the most?
I AM RUNNING FOR MY LIFE.
Bah, the lazy good for nothing. I give him opportunity to share with me the better life in America, and what does he do?
Nothing, I say,
nothing. Is going out with his new, American girlfriend with admittedly big, American titties better than going
bowling with
me?
SHOW ME SOME MORE GRATITUDE THAN FREE CAB FARES FROM YOUR OWN COMPANY! YOU'RE THE ONE WHO WOULD BE DEAD RIGHT NOW IF NOT FOR ME GETTING RID OF THE RUSSIAN MAFIA EVERY SINGLE TIME!
They would've stopped shooting at me
eventually.
COUSIN, YOU ARE HOPELESS! ...NO WAIT COUSIN, HELP I AM STUCK IN SOME MESSED UP FOREST WITH--
...Hold on a moment, who am I talking to?
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AHHHH RUN! GHOSTS!!! GET OUT OF THE HOUSE!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!
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...COUSIN?
Oooooooooh! Spychic
... And fold out couches are not the good life.