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| Then I will ask you again, Mister. Where is your king? | |
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| A century of torment awaits you in Hell. You will taste your own burnt flesh. | |
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| I see you're not understanding me. That's fine, cause I got all day to convince you. Now why don't we end this now? The way to do that is as follows: I wil lask you where the king is, okay? | |
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| All my life I've wanted to see you hung by the throat above a boiling pit of hellfire, screaming for someone to save your pathetic life. | |
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