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| By my mother's beard... Those Orcs killed our donkey. We have to carry those gold sacks ourselves. | |
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| Fantastic. I'll start skinning, and then we'll eat that ass. | |
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| ...what? No! That was a good animal, I'm not going to let you eat it! | |
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| Screw that! I hated that thing, and now it's supper. That'll serve it right for stepping on my face while I slept every fucking night. | |
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| Not a chance in hell, you hateful little man. | |
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| I wonder if Rent-a-Orc will give a frequent customer discount... | |
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