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| I am DEATH 2.0, your replacement. | |
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| WHAT? I am DEATH! You can't just come in and replace me like a fuel pump on a 87 Caprice Classic. | |
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| Wrong, Sparky. I am the new, sleek, painless version of Death. Whereas, you are the old funky painful prolonged version. | |
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| This is STUPID. What makes you so hip? | |
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| Heroin and PAINKILLERS, Baby! Death takes 'em while they're still tripping. 100% effective. 100% lethal. | |
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