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| Hello, I'm Amish. Would you like to convert? | |
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| Nno, maan. Ii'mm onn vikashen. | |
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| But my non-Amish brother, you must convert!! The Devil's City will eat you alive!! | |
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| Ii'll bee eetinn sumtin purtee sunn! | |
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| Well, goodbye my non-Amish brother... may the Lord have mercy on your soul | |
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| Eeh, wuteeveer. Thir's mi nu girrlfrin. Ii o hur aboot twennie dolurz! | |
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