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1:41:00
Eenie-meenie-minie-mo.
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My mother said...
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pick the perfect one,
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and... you... are...
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it.
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-[ Zed ] Guess that means you, big boy.
-[ Muffled ] Fuck you !

1:41:25
- [ Muffled Mumbling ]
- Shh.

1:41:30
- You wanna do it in here ?
- No, let's take him back
to Russell's old room.

1:41:34
Sounds good to me.
1:41:37
[ Muffled Yelling ]
1:41:44
[ Grunting ]
1:42:01
You keep an eye on this 'un.
[ Sniffs ]

1:42:06
[ Radio: "Comanche"
by The Revels ]

1:42:21
[ Zed, Maynard
Talking, Yelling ]

1:42:24
- [ Grunting ]
- [ Talking, Yelling Continue ]

1:42:26
[ Loud, Rhythmic Grunting ]
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- [ Giggling ]
- [ Grunting Continues ]
Yeah !

1:42:35
[ Grunting, Straining ]
1:42:37
[ Zed Shouting ]
Now ! Go ! Come on, motherfucker !

1:42:40
- Now, motherfucker !
Aaah ! [ Grunting ]
- [ Giggling Continues ]

1:42:44
- [ Slapping ]
- [ Zed Shouting ] Come on ! Yeah !

1:42:50
- [ Music Continues ]
- [ Muffled Yelling ]

1:42:55
- [ Grunting Continues ]
- [ Zed ] Yeah !

1:42:58
[ Slapping, Grunting Continue ]

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