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| Nobody can get in the way of Professor Death now. With my new paralay... paraliza.. um... | |
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| No. That's the antidote. The mist just before was the paralee... um... the agent. And I'll just have to ... oh... I can't move a muscle. | |
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| So, I guess we'll better make ourselves aquainted Mr. Death. | |
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| Professor Death to you sir. And shut up. | |
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