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| We've come for your daughter, Chuck. | |
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| Don't sass me, Chuck. Now where's your daughter? | |
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| My name is Greg, and I don't have a daughter. | |
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| I can unbend myself and stab you if you don't hand over the girl. | |
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| I can give you my baby sister instead, just don't stab me. | |
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