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If you have me in your backyard, nekkid, on a leash, it's highly unlikely I'm goin back into your house and basement.
If your balls are so brassy as to think you can control me in the wide open, well, let's just say your balls are gonna get chewed on.
Seems to me, in that circumstance, one of us is gonna die, 'cause -- no how, no way -- I ain't goin' back into the basement when 'freedom' is just on the other side of the fence.
'nuff said.
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