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| Rest in peace, prince of the midgets! | |
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| Hey Benchie, let me out of that stinking box. and tell me if that f***ing sheep has eaten my flower! | |
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| Hahaha! That stupid snowman melted away at last, Scythe. Scythe? ... aaaah ... what the hell...? Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! | |
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| I just got this phone call and a very convincing voice on the other end told me to pour cyanide into the coffee you just drank, Professor Crickwood. | |
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| I know Morrissey, I got the same call. Did your mineral water taste any different today? | |
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