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| I... I told you, bitch. You don't tell anyone about my disguise... And now look what happened to you... you gothic skank... | |
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| Now I'm going to need some way to dispose of the evidence. | |
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| BigFrank, this... thing you're serving me tastes like angst and razorblades. | |
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| Tastes like oregano to me. Now sit down and eat your fucking goth girl, er, steak. | |
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