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| Another human threatens to invade the space that I've elected to infest. This cannot be tolerated. I will show him the true meaning of fear... | |
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| I sense a freaky unnatural presence in the room... | |
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| Aaaargh! Go away, you weak mortal, and relinquish this haunted house to the fearsome, ancient soul that I am. Aaaaargh! | |
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| Yeah right! You're the lost soul of a discarded giant Tampax, that's what. A ghost tampon. And I'll use all my powers to send you to the afterworld where you belong. I'll flush you down the toilet. | |
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| Oh no, please. I would block the toilet and then I would be forever stuck in the fetid, brownish limbo of eternal stagnation. | |
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| Don't get all mystical on me, mister. A couple of Ave Marias, some caustic soda and Liquid Plumber will do the job just fine. | |
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