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| Tell ya what, Jon-boy. I like you. Let me take you to meet Tataki's mom. Follow me, boy. | |
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| Sure! You're dumb, worthless, and slovenly; your whole existence is like some sort of trite parody of human pathos. But I won't hold that against you. | |
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| You like ME? Even though you've talked to me? | |
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| Of course, I'm a KITTEN compared to the Mrs. She'll rip out your intestines and hang you with them. "Hell hath no fury...!" (ho ho) | |
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| Gee... your house is a lot more spacious than it looks from the outside. | |
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