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| Ohh... I'm so lonely. I think I'll go look for Cupid. Where would he be? ::Lightbulb:: HIS MOTHER'S HOUSE! | |
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| I'll offer myself as a servant to Venus and hope she allows me to see her son. | |
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| I will be your servant, just allow me to see my love, Cupid. | |
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| Fine. You will attempt to complete the most inane chores that have ever come to my mind. | |
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| I've done all you asked. My bones are week and for some reason, every chore you command, a miracle helps me, but I didn't just tell you that. | |
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| Hah! Now for more torturous chores! | |
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