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| My mommy says everybody has a special gift Mr. Cthulhu. | |
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| I can whistle through my teeth. What can you do Mr. Cthulhu? | |
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| I can open a portal to the dark dimension directly into a man's soul driving his mind to madness. | |
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| Is that what happened to my daddy Mr. Cthulhu? | |
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| No, your daddy is just a rummy Jane. | |
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