| NDLC_pc_nick_lore_1 |
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Aspic? That explains the rumble-y tummy. |
| NDLC_pc_nick_lore_2 |
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Doesn't sound like your typical Nickymaniac. |
| NDLC_pc_nick_lore_3 |
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I wish they'd give the new stuff a decent chance. It's very progressive! |
| NDLC_pc_nick_lore_4 |
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Everyone's a critic. Especially the critics. |
| NDLC_pc_nick_lore_5 |
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God. Music lessons ruined him, didn't they. |
| NDLC_pc_nick_lore_6 |
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That accounts for the whiff of conjugal discord. |
| NDLC_pc_nick_lore_7 |
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All smiles, but he was grassing to the Bobbies behind my back! |
| NDLC_pc_nick_lore_8 |
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The Bobbies don't want anyone to know what's really going on, do they! |
| NDLC_pc_nick_lore_9 |
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Sounds like some of my, er, more devoted fans. |
| NDLC_pc_nick_lore_10 |
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Fuck me, he only wanted to help. |
| NDLC_pc_nick_lore_11 |
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What does that stuck-up bloke think hotel rooms are for? |
| NDLC_pc_nick_lore_12 |
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Are you sure it wasn't a dream, Nicky? |
| NDLC_pc_nick_lore_13 |
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Not ANOTHER divorce. Really need to stop having those. |
| NDLC_pc_nick_lore_14 |
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Those Appreciation Society meetings seem to get smaller every year. Didn't even have any of those... chocolate things. |
| NDLC_pc_nick_lore_15 |
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That's terrifying! And it doesn't even rhyme! |
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