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| Yeah, thought you had escaped hadn't you? You little mexican bitch! Who's your daddy? What's my name? | |
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| Its Fancypants. How did you manage to find us in this alternate dimension? We thought we had finally escaped the brutal decimation of our feeble population. | |
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| Easy there, Reverend. I followed the secret map you had sewed into the lining of your underwear you gave me. | |
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| No, Fancypants. Those were "If found, return to:" directions. | |
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| Well, I followed them right to your abandoned city, where I found a large portal leading into your Limbo world. It was wide open. | |
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| Son of a bitch, I knew I should have paid those immigrant portal constructors in melons and not just tangerines. | |
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