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dealing out the punishment

I am participating online in an interesting discussion, where we are all making puns at each other. The topic was "Vagina" so everyone was punning about sex. One guy's user-icon is a Stag/Deer with big antlers. He said:

Deer: Well if this discussion isn't clean, the least we can do is to wrap it up quickly.

Brian: Deer'y, that is just such a typical stag attitude. Be careful, or you'll get a reputation that you're only out to sate your horny self. You'd probably do anything for a buck (or some doe, for that matter).

He directly messaged me back:
Deer: You used up all the deer puns in one message! I've got nothing left, ya bastard! :-)

Brian: Venecin Vidi Vici :-)

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