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| Look, Mr. Kellogg, I just watched my entire family die while you were killing them with brown sugar and fire. I have nothing left to live for. Cut the crap and just kill me please. | |
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| Oh, no Chen. I'm going to savor this. Take my tiiiiime with it. You done stepped on Batman's cape, you pathetic, sniveling womb turd. | |
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| Now, you watch, as I fill all these cereal boxes with what's left of your family. America's about to enjoy a whole new breakfast sensation. Then, I'm going to eat it in front of you while you starve. | |
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| By the end, you'll be begging me, pleading, for just one delicious spoonful of your own kin. And after the realization of what you've done kicks in, perhaps then you will beg for death properly. | |
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| It's "Superman's" cape, actually | |
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| Damn right it is. Don't fuck with The Kellogg. | |
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