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| You killed my dog. Bastard. | |
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| Hey! You're the one who trained him to ATTACK AND EAT ME! | |
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| I guess yer right. I am somewhat to blame as well. Oh Wade, what am I gonna do without Scrappy? *SOB* | |
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| I must look away in shame. I feel so bad. | |
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| Oh Scrappy!! What cruel twist of fate had to take you away from me in the prime of life! *WAAAAAH* | |
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| If it makes you feel any better, it's likely the zombie virus infected the Scrapster once he ate my thumb. He may yet "live" again! | |
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