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| What!? I smell the unseemly funk of evil afoot! | |
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| Lo! What stands before me but a minion of the Rancid Employer of Evil! Robot scum!! | |
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| Oh shit, it's the forest rangers. | |
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| Flee fool! Tell your master that his end awaits him! It is straddled along the biceps of one clad in sky baby blue and cream! | |
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