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| I signed over my soul and my dibs on shotgun for the rest of my life. But it's worth it. | |
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| It sho' is. A pleasure doing business wit' ya. | |
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| So when do I get the good stuff that's coming to me? | |
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| Not so fast, my fren'. First you gotta go to Hell. Y'know, to get familiarized wit' da joint since you're gonna be there a while 'cause you O.D.ed on those 'shrooms. | |
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| What the hell? Doesn't that mean I signed over my soul for nothing because I'm already dead? You ripped me off! | |
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| What can I say? I'm evil. Welcome to Hell, kid. Don't mind the dog, he's pretty tame once you toss him a limb. | |
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