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| You buried him upside down on cursed land? What in God's name did you think was going to happen? | |
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| I dunno. A Skittle rainbow? | |
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| You'd better hope that he doesn't come back as a zombie of something. | |
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| I put gold coins on his eyes like in Nacho Libre. We should be good. | |
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| One copy of The New Yorker... that'll be one and a half 17th century gold coins. | |
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| Do you have any Winterfresh? There's a terrible taste in my mouth. | |
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