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| The hunt is relentless. I wish only for some sort of game that I might bring home to my famished home. | |
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| What?! My God! Some sort of metallic beast, of iron blood! Halt, monster! Come you in peace? | |
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| Word. The name's Kronos 74943. You can call me 'Butch.' | |
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| Such a magnificent discovery! Oh great one of aluminiforous silver, guide us into the future with your knowledge of the universe! | |
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| "Knowledge of the universe," huh? Neh, not really my kinda dig. I'm way into Rush, though. Like, way into. | |
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