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| Come on son, you know I love you - I seriously didn't mean to eat your family and your dog... Your *Overwhelming love for your father* will not fail me... Release me! | |
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| *Sigh* Your not worming out of it this time you black-hearted murderer... Just because I put you in a Retirement Home... You didn't have to eat Aunt Jessie on toast ffs fag0t... (Where's my mallet?) | |
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| ...I'll behave... I'll cook / clean for you, even offer you sexual favours... Just let me go... | |
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| ...Oh... Really? ...Maybe I might... Just *might* let you go... | |
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| Yes, and when you do I'll have your liver with some fava beans, and your daughter will be a fitting desert you blasphemous cunt... | |
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| (*-Found the fucking mallet-*) - *Yawn* you lost your chance, big boy... | |
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