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| General Stickman! I have an urgent message from Colonel Cthulu. | |
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| God damn it Smtih! Not while I'm thinkning about nailing your mother! Fine, the moment's gone. Give it here. | |
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| Good Lord! Cthulu's wife has left him for a French mime artist and he's demanding I allow him to leave to fight a duel or he'll explode a bomb in our last remaining warehouse of porn! | |
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