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The next day, while walking home, our hero is confronted by a sniveling tweenie.
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| Dude, I need to get by. Move, please. | |
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| Hey, man, *sniffle*, can you give me $10? I need to buy some batteries for my NGage. | |
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| Hey! I asked nice! Gimme all your money now, or I...I'll hurt you. I'll hurt you bad! | |
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| Your mommy's gonna be mad when she has to wash your shirt. | |
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| I'll chop you up with my authentic Lich-mage death-scythe! Look it even has "real" blood on it! | |
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