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| Why have you summoned me, The Grim Reaper, here Dave? | |
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| I want you to take Eric to Hell. | |
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| Eric? You mean your brother? I can't take Eric to hell. He's not dead yet. Besides, smoking pot and torturing you isn't a sin. | |
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| Nooooooooo. Not My Brother. ERIC. You know, Bob or whatever his name actually is. | |
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| That is incredibly Obtuse Dave. See you... Maybe sooner than you think with that weak aorta of yours. You're gonna blow a blood vessel. | |
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| Go on! Get outta here, YA HEAR? You're probably GAY anyhow under that stupid robe! | |
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