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| MAKE WAY! DEAD KIDS WALKIN'! DEAD KIDS WALKIN'! | |
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| WE ARE THE DEAD! THE LIVING DEAD! | |
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| Look, Bobby...a dead wino. | |
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| Yep. That's us before long, sis...just a couple of cold, stiff, rotting corpses...food for the worms. | |
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| I gave Bobby and Sally the old speech about death being a "part of life." It'll help them get over Woofy. | |
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| Kids -- heh, heh. Too young to have any concept of their own mortality. How I often envy the carefree little tykes. | |
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