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I'll have my hat call your hat.
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I'm sensing a hostile comb-over.
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Are you thinking what I'm thinking?
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I miss the good old days when they drew balloons over our heads.
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You say potato, I say potato.
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It wouldn't be so bad if their printers weren't in our pants.
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I liked it better when the voices were inside my head.
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I'll have my guy call your guy.
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I can't believe you wore the same mid-level bureaucrat as me today!
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My thoughts, exactly
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