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| I'm sorry, Clown, but I no longer need your services here in my circus. | |
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| This... this means... you're firing me?! I helped make this show! You can't fire me! | |
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| Well, I'm not exactly firing you, but you will be feeling the burn, so to speak, in a few moments. | |
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| ... I don't understand what you mean, Ringmaster. | |
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"Clown... meet my new security guard. He'll be showing you the way out after showing himself the way in."
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| Tobor's thoughts exactly. | |
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