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| There's your target soul over there. Let's see if you've really got what it takes to be Assistant Death. | |
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| Freeze, sick-o! I saw what you did to that innocent dog! You're under arrest! | |
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| Excuse me sir, there's a man claiming that you're Death, and that he's your assistant... do you know what that's all about? | |
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| Don't ask me, I'm just, um, a leper. A sharecropping leper. I think all your man needs is some good ol' fashioned police brutality. | |
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