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After a time (or a few times, anyway...):
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| So, at *last* we stand face to face, Dr. Apocalyptus! | |
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| Yes, my Nemesis! You have defeated my hencmen, destroyed my base, and outwitted my clone of you! Look at what you've *done* to me with my own Gene-Scrambler! What *more* do you want, you BITCH?!? | |
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Holly! Better be careful! It could be a trick, to get your synpathy! Oh, DON'T FALL FOR IT!!!
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| Spit it *out*, you vicious little twat! | |
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He's got something up his, err, ummm...
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| I'm *waiting*, goddamnit! | |
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| I-we, err, just wanted to thank you...for the clone I mean. We're in love! Ummm...and we were wondering, could you make a third? With bigger boobs? | |
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