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| I don't understand why you're called | |
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| ALRIGHT DAMNIT, I'LL TELL YOU! JUST STOP INTERROGATING ME! | |
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| I am one heartless bitch when I have to be. | |
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| You see, we used to be called the Land of Maracas. But one day Ted came and stole all our maracas! It's a little hard to be called the Land of Maracas without any maracas! | |
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| Vicious like a hyena - rending and tearing at the psyche of my prey! | |
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| Kind of like being called the Land of Feet without any feet or the Land of Pot Pies with nary a potted pie! | |
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