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Meet Dizzy's boss, Mr. Zebub!
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| Sir, I hate to sound like I'm overly concerned, but I think that you've sold your soul to some dark power. | |
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| Nonsense! I've maintained this company for the last thou--twenty years with hard work, determination and well-planned alliances. | |
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| Did any of those alliances require your employees to drink from the Morale Chalice every week? | |
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| No, that just happens to be a friendly, non-demonic means of building team spirit! It has nothing to do with some far-fetched notion as blood-oaths with Grand CEO Asmodeus. | |
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| Then explain the bleeding pentagram on your hand. | |
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| A frighteningly artistic bacterial infection. | |
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