| Probability | Text |
|---|
| 88% | Santa Claus comes tonight. The more days to count, the even longer wait begins. The suspense of heaven to wait for the dead time to run. Yes, kids all have a way to say their prayers and go to sleep. When they wake up, the little fat man with the long white beard will stop by their houses and rough the answer to a wish from the most wonderful magical Santa Claus. | ▶️ |
| 93% | They just start with a new female form and press press press | ▶️ |
| 93% | They killed Uncle Freddy! | ▶️ |
| 88% | I'm gonna throw it up where they go with this stuff. | ▶️ |
| 94% | All plucky, they've been signed into the window in whispers. All flies. | ▶️ |
| 84% | As they're not the Sophistsali. | ▶️ |
| 86% | Maybe they have the | ▶️ |
| 93% | Ah! They're dogs and they're playing poker! | ▶️ |
| 88% | These eyes are so certain it's new, the baby's talking to his system, they leave this id gene phrase. | ▶️ |
| 91% | No more shines, Billy. What? I said no more shines. Maybe you were here by the way. You've been away a long time. They didn't go off there, pay. I don't shine shoes anymore. Relax. Read a quick letter. What's coming to you? I'm gonna break your balls a little bit. That's all. I'm only kidding with you. Sometimes you don't sound like you're kidding. You know, there's a lot of people around. I mean, I'm only kidding with you. I'm in a party. I mean, I just came home. I haven't seen you in a long time. And I'm breaking your balls and you're right where you're getting fucking fresh. I'm sorry. I don't know. I'm gonna offend you. I'm sorry. It's okay. I'll be right back. So... I'll go home and get your fucking shine box. | ▶️ |
