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President Madhu must now kill to sate his bloodlust.
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| Dude I aint gonna be no one's mom, 'kay? | |
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| My mom would make me shave her legs. I... wanna stab... stab stab stab... you you you... stab you good... good, stab, good, you stabbed, good, stab... I WANNA STAB YOU! | |
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| Hey, yer kin'a cute. Wanna' go have coffe with me at my apartment? We could maybe do this stabbing thing that you want. | |
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