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| I have you now, killer of Sharks and eater of unhealthy breakfast foods! | |
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| I thought that was you Hank The Do-Gooder pimp. Let's take this epic confrontation outside. This panel is getting crowded. | |
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| Right, now that we're outside, I will dispatch you as you've never been dispatched. How could you kill Sharky the Shark-Like Shark? Have you shame? | |
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| What . . . you mean Sharky's dead? | |
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| . . . You've had the decaying corpse of a large sea animal under your bed for a week and you haven't even noticed? | |
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| Well . . . that would explain the cats always clawing at the door. | |
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