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| My fellow citizens, the time has come for me to reveal my true identity... | |
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| Yeah right. Like we never suspected that you were some kinda dumb remote-controlled puppet. | |
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| Er... well... let me assure you: I was never manipulated into any decision on international affairs or... | |
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| Dude, you're rotten. I'm Mystic Kid, the renowned telepath. I read all minds, robotic or not. I know the truth. | |
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| Oh, the shame! Please understand. My mum was a petrol pump, raped by an old oil tycoon. My organism feeds on unrefined petrol. I'm a total petrol junkie, always craving for a fix. That's the truth. | |
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| My job's done here. I'm teleporting to London, where I know a certain Tony is going to be unmasked as the big petrol-junkie robot that he really is... | |
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