| Probability | Text |
|---|
| 78% | The opening of the second edition of the stupid battle of US regeneration... | ▶️ |
| 74% | and one second. | ▶️ |
| 78% | I don't wish for second bonkers. Your second-to-two-fire-six shots are only five. And I'll tell you the truth, I forgot myself and all this excitement. But being a mister forty-four and I get the most powerful handgun in the world, I will blow your head clean off. You could ask yourself a question. Do I feel lucky? Well, do you, poncho? | ▶️ |
| 74% | Just a second. | ▶️ |
| 75% | I'm a forest gnome with glass, puttin' T-dex up my ass, lettin' out some gas, burnin' hole in my pants, don't need no breath to implant, got boots in my own, spinnin' washes I grown, I use a lot of methadone, watch a lot of cartoons, one of your bitches are scooby-doo, I haven't got a clue, sniff a lot of glue, cock a doodle doo, I'm cuckoo, glue over your nest, don't call me second best, then I'll have to protest, get undressed like the rest, incest. | ▶️ |
| 72% | The Second | ▶️ |
| 77% | and I will be speaking in a second. I will be speaking in a second. | ▶️ |
| 76% | I can't spot a second. | ▶️ |
| 74% | Second | ▶️ |
| 79% | Your house for a second. | ▶️ |
