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Jacob Miller: [brandishing a switchblade] Don't say nothing, y 'hear? Don't say nothing! The man eat up my food, man!
Horsemouth: No, man!
Jacob Miller: No, Rasta, Me no love that, man, me no love that! Me screw for that! You know, Rasta. Cho. I-man vex, Rasta.
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