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| Ms. Beatrice, you're under arrest for destroying the entire state of North Carolina and turning it into a barren wasteland... | |
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| Yeah, yeah! When do we get to the strip search? | |
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| Hey, Satan, I need you to do me a favor... | |
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| Yeah, anything for you, Beatrice! | |
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| Thanks for helping me totally wipe North Carolina off the map, God! I owe you one! | |
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| Actually, Satan, you owe me an eternity! | |
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