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| What happened? Where am I? | |
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| You, my skinny thetan friend, are dead. | |
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| Dead! that sunnovabitch! I'm gonna haunt him! Or at the very least, make sure he gets bad TV reception! | |
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| Don't worry. I'll send you back. Your singing caused more destruction than even I could have hoped for. Keep up the good work. You have to do me a favour, though. | |
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| Stayin' Alive! Stayin' Alive! Stayin' Aliiiiiiiiiiiiiiive! | |
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