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| Ha ha ha! All my diabolicial plans are falling into place! Soon, the Earth will... | |
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| Your twisted schemes have come to an end, villain! Here-- have these fruit pies! You'll no doubt want to comment on the light, flaky crust and real fruit filling. | |
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| Er. Thank you. Thank you very much. I'll just go put these in the break room, shall I? | |
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Back at the Justice Association's headquarters...
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| Honestly, I don't know. Something evil and twisted, obviously. But don't worry about it-- I took care of the problem. | |
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| You fed him and left, didn't you? God dammit. | |
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