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| Sure did. It's your fault, you know. | |
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| HOW is it MY fault!? I gave you that bomb so you could piss someone off! | |
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| And I did, didn't I? You gave it to me and told me to destroy something. Don't get upset at me because you didn't specify what. | |
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The moral of the story is: You can never have too much fun with people when you're a violent chick on Christmas.
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| If it weren't for the fact that you're evil, I would kill you right now. | |
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