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| Well, now that you're dead, I'm afraid you must be punished with a cheesy Lowpass role. | |
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| Please not the cowboy...please not the cowboy.... | |
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| Now if you'd been the star of those films, you'd get a real tough position like the cowboy, but as a co-star, you simply get to take my place. | |
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| Yes! I can live with that! | |
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| Alright then. Take this pitchfork and go harass your best friend Diab--er, I mean Jesus. | |
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| Wait. This is that irony thing again, isn't it? I'm really beginning to hate my afterlife. | |
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