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Dan busting up some fruit, A.L.B. style. |
Dave's fruit escapes, albeit with fatal injuries. |
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Dave cuts into it this time. |
Eric - 1, Fruit - 0. |
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Eric takes it to the fruit. |
Lindsey shows that apple whose boss. |
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"Lindz, you seem to have... um... something on your shirt." Don't worry, she's used to cleaning those stains. |
"Whadda mean badminton is a wussy sport!?" |
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Further proof that Nick is from the ghetto; he can do to this to your head too. |
That banana by O's right knee ain't too happy anymore. |
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O's Aftermath. |
Apparently Ruwan hits better with his eyes closed -- at least that orange thinks so. |
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Yes, Scott, you are the man. |
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