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| So don't tell anyone that I hung out with you this weekend, okay Cerveaux? | |
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| Sure thing man, no sweat. What did you want to do this weekend? | |
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| I don't know. You wanna go to Rite-Aid and get some Robitussin for me? They won't let me in there, since I devoured their pharmacist's soul. | |
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| Robo again? I was hoping that you would show me how to eat the living essence of other humans tonight. | |
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| Do you think we might be able to arrange a little, you know, quid pro quo? | |
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