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| Hold it right there, Anti-Satan! | |
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| *gasp!* No! It can't be... | |
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| I am your grandfather! You murdered your own father, my beloved son, and now I intend to have my revenge! | |
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| Ha! That is what _you_ think, old man. However, I think that someone very close to you may change your mind... | |
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| Huh...? What... what's he talking about, darling? | |
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| He's talking about my dark and scret shame that I can't possibly tell you, which has bound me to servitude... that secret is... oops, out of space! | |
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