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| What's this odd pain in my left shoulder? | |
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| It's a heart attack! Your time on this planet is up! For I am the Squirrel of Death, here to take your soul to its eternal rest. | |
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| Oh! A squirrel! Hi, squirrley! Want some acorns? | |
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| Okay, this whole "squirrel" thing is cute and all, but it's really inhibiting my work. When I find the lame-ass bastard who thought I should be a squirrel... | |
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