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| Mrs Anderson! Might I interest you in this product? I called you but the line just cut off halfway... | |
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| Won't this stupid North American power grid shut down?! ... oh shit, you're that telemarketing Agent, aren't you? Haven't you realized I hung up on you? | |
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| YOU HUNG UP ON ME?! Die! Bang bang bang... oh fuck, who turned off the lights? My aiming sucks in the dark... | |
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| Argh! A single bullet hit me in the chest! It is entirely coincidence of course! *dies* | |
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| Wait-- hasn't this happened before? Why does Trinity have to be dragged through this gaping plot hole? | |
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| Because for some reason she has to die shutting down half the power in America just so you can doom the human race anyway. Now shoo. | |
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