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| Oh, come on! Gimme a pair of wings! Big fluffy white ones like that guy in Barbarella! | |
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| I could wear white robes, call myself something angelic, like... uh... Bradrael... swoop down on women in secluded spots and seduce them... | |
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| Hey, you deaf? I said -NO-!!! | |
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| I'd carry them away to a mountain peak, and make love to them on a bed of downy feathers, the clouds rushing above us... | |
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| Talk to the cross, freak. | |
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