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| Well, that got messy. Its always kinda sad when children try to avenge their parents isn't it. | |
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| Nah. I love killin kids. Its like choppin away at little statues made of butter. | |
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| You're a strange man Olaf. Let's see what they got in the way of loot. Doesn't appear to be much... | |
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| You want a sack full of rutabagas? Why? | |
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| I leave them out as bait for stray, hungry children. What? They aren't gonna just walk through my door on their own are they? | |
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