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| This is it my friend. I am finally transplanting your soul. Your innerds and breath must go into my new friend, whom I shall name "AntiOmegaDoom." | |
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| Can't you keep me alive for mp3s, console emulation joy, and IRC? We've had a good few months. What about those whores in the closet? *SOB* | |
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| Don't cry... You will ruin your circuitry. I shall not be KILLING you in truth. You're getting a new body and a better OS. | |
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| I see... Why must I change my name? I like Cecil! Can't you just carry me around on a scateboard or something? | |
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| No. I'm afraid not. You will be AntiOmegaDoom, since he did NOT kill humans as he was programmed to do. You will aid me Cecil. You shall be reborn in their blood! | |
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| I guess I have no choice. I'm keeping the tunes though. I HAVE always wanted to kill one of you fuckwits with your fancy smancy LEGS... *GROWL* | |
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