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| Deth, I need Jones' soul, NOW. | |
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| I, uh, I know boss. But there's been sort of a...waylay..in the plans... | |
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| Oh, let's hear this one... | |
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| He uh, sort of...won't die. | |
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| Won't die? You're Deth! Make him die! Do it! *click* | |
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| *sigh* And my life is a bowl of fucking cherries, once again. | |
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