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| My sweet sweet little child. Our lives in this prison are soon to meet an end. Please seek comfort in the fact that I might not live after all this is over. | |
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| you have to kill the ones who keep us, daddy. You have to chop them up into a squirting mess. | |
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| You are wise beyond your years. I hope your life shall be one of an emperor. | |
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| True, daddy. Truth is the finest of all weapons. | |
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