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| The behold arrives, with like the visitor and the picture from the distant land the red robot! | |
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| Well, then. Have her sent in at once! | |
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| Welcome, to my throne, puny mort.... hold on just a second... | |
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| I'd love to be stereotypically polite to royalty, but GET YOUR BUTT OFF THE THRONE AND HELP MY DYING FRIEND, TUBBO! | |
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