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A magical genie grants Lynaly's wishes
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| How does it feel now Scrw? I just cut your insides out and strew them all over the floor. I'm thinking of making a mother's day picture out of your blood. | |
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| GOD!! MAKE IT STOP! JESUS SAVE ME! | |
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| Did you like the way those bullets felt as they impacted on your skull, Dantesamanoske? The site of your own blood washing over your face was delicious. | |
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| Dum de dum...hmmm...who's next? | |
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