(Anthony is putting on his shirt) Ian: (Comes to Anthony's room) Dude, Jerry has got to go! Everytime I want to use the TV, his stupid ass is playing Call of Duty! (Cut to the TV to reveal that Jerry is playing Call of Duty) (Cut back to Anthony's room) Anthony: Dude, I know! I thought this was going to be a temporary thing until he got a job. Ian: We could always kill him. Anthony: No! He's my cousin. My mom would be pissed. Ian: Well, I'm out of ideas. Anthony: Oh! What if we troll him really, really hard until he never wants to play here again? Ian: You're a genius! Let's go!
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| - (Anthony is putting on his shirt) Ian: (Comes to Anthony's room) Dude, Jerry has got to go! Everytime I want to use the TV, his stupid ass is playing Call of Duty! (Cut to the TV to reveal that Jerry is playing Call of Duty) (Cut back to Anthony's room) Anthony: Dude, I know! I thought this was going to be a temporary thing until he got a job. Ian: We could always kill him. Anthony: No! He's my cousin. My mom would be pissed. Ian: Well, I'm out of ideas. Anthony: Oh! What if we troll him really, really hard until he never wants to play here again? Ian: You're a genius! Let's go!
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| - (Anthony is putting on his shirt) Ian: (Comes to Anthony's room) Dude, Jerry has got to go! Everytime I want to use the TV, his stupid ass is playing Call of Duty! (Cut to the TV to reveal that Jerry is playing Call of Duty) (Cut back to Anthony's room) Anthony: Dude, I know! I thought this was going to be a temporary thing until he got a job. Ian: We could always kill him. Anthony: No! He's my cousin. My mom would be pissed. Ian: Well, I'm out of ideas. Anthony: Oh! What if we troll him really, really hard until he never wants to play here again? Ian: You're a genius! Let's go! Anthony: Sure, just let me finish getting dressed. (The camera zooms down to reveal he isn't finished getting dressed) Ian: (Sees why) Oh! Uh, right. I'll leave you to that. (Closes the door)
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