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| I require the sweet release brought only by posessing the Red Eyes Black Dragon. Can you satisfy my needs? | |
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| Though you are perceptive to recognize that I am actually a grown-up with a severe glandular disorder, you are otherwise useless to me. You are also stupid, and ugly. | |
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| Jeepers! I just got told by the love child of Gary Coleman and Eminem! I could think of a retort, but I think I'll just sick Gabe on you. | |
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| My Gabe-senses are tingling! A customer must be giving an excuse to exercise lethal force! | |
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| Wait, don't hit me! My deviant body chemistry gives me blood that burns like acid...Ok, maybe it's just sticky and smells like bleach, but that's pretty bad! | |
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