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:::car pulls up:::

Toll Booth Willy: Welcome ta Wista! Dawla twenty five please.
Driver1: Hey! How ya doin Toll Booth Willy?
Toll Booth Willy: Goood, thanks for askin pup.
Driver1: That's great, considerin you're a fuckin idiot. (drives away)
Toll Booth Willy: GO FUCK YOURSELF YOU SON OF A BITCH! I'LL COME RIGHT OUTTA THE BOOTH AND FUCKING WHACK YA! YOU FUCKIN PRICK!

Driver2: Hey, hey Willy how's it goin?
Toll Booth Willy: Hey can't complain pup. How's by you?
Driver2: Oh great great. How much?
Toll Booth Willy: The state charge is a dawla twenty five pup.
Driver2: That's fine. Now should I give you the money or should I just shove the quarters directly up your fat ass Hee Heeeee (throws quarters, drives off)
Toll Booth Willy: WHY YOU FUCKIN HAAAD ON! I'LL FUCKING COTTONFISH YOU'RE FUCKING HEAD WITH A LOUISVILLE FUCKIN SLUGGAH! WHADDYA THINKA THAT ASS FUCK?!

Driver3: Hi, Willy.
Toll Booth Willy: Oh, nice to see ya mam not a bad day, ah?
Driver3: Well, I'm a little lost. Could you help me out? I hear you're the best with directions.
Toll Booth Willy: Well, I know my way around New England I can tell ya that much. So where ya headed?
Driver3: Well, I was just wondering which exactly is the best way to drive up your ass. You know if you'd tell me I'd appreciate it, you fucking prick. (cruises off)
Toll Booth Willy: YOU FUCKIN BITCH! FUCK YOU! YOU FORGOT TO PAY THE FUCKIN TOLL YOU DIRTY WHORE! I'LL FUCKING DROP YOU WID A BOOT TO DA FUCKING SKULL YOU CUM GUZZLING QUEEEN!

Driver4: Hey Willy.
Toll Booth Willy: Hey how are ya?
Driver4: Here's a dollar twenty five and go fuck yourself.
Toll Booth Willy: Dah! YOU FUCKIN PRICK! I HOPE YOU CHOKE ON A FUCKIN BOTTLE CAP YOU FUCKIN SON OF A FUCK! EAT SHIT! EAT MY SHIT!
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