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| Jesus. You alright, Damien? | |
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| *sigh* Hi, Dave. Satan's diabolical servants chopped me up and threw me in here. Then they filled the can with vinegar. But at least they took the nail out. | |
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| ...they just dumped you here? In Dis? | |
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| Yeah. And they said they were coming back tomorrow to destroy and torment me some more. | |
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| Why don't you just leave? Detroit Metro airport isn't even that far from here. | |
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| I'd like to, but you'll have to carry me. They took my legs and made them into bookends. | |
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