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| So, you're the one behind all the checanery! | |
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| Damn straight, ya buggy-eyed punk. | |
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| But why Jesus, why? You were always so good, wholesome, chockful of vitamins. | |
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| I hate how Dad always constantly gushes about you and your loser friend. I'm not some goody two-shoes like everyone thinks. | |
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| You must've been up there hallucinating for some time now, 'cause from this vantage point you're assuredly shoeless. | |
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| It's a figure of... listen, I died for the sins of the entire human race, gimme some credit. | |
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