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| I only asketh that ye try... I am so thirsty... Please, be noble... | |
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| "Noble"? Preach as much love as you want, but what do your actions say, hm? Creating life and cursing it with stubby limbs... | |
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| Nay, I am always within reach. If thou wouldst simply open thy heart and deliver the cold beverage unto me- | |
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| You know what's more delicious? The irony. I'm starting to think someone else out there deserves this more. Maybe one of those inbound gentlemen... | |
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| The Romans are coming! alas, my death is nigh. Fare thee well, My son. All I have done, I have done out of love. | |
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| A guilt trip? Really? I'm the one who went out of his way to- ugh, low blow. Just... WOW. Transparent little... | |
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