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| Welcome to the afterlife. | |
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| What am I, a zombie? This sucks. | |
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| That's the job our computer matched you with. | |
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| I don't want to walk around eating brains. Why can't I be a reaper like you? | |
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| I can't wait to kill the people responsible for that Dead Like Me show. | |
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| Seriously. How am I going to get chicks smelling like this? | |
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