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| Listen. You fuck. No one gives this story a plot, ok? You DIE NOW.! | |
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| Can you see my crossed arms of determination?! | |
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| My supremeness in relation to you is obvious, plot-maker. | |
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| I'll make your plot, fuckslut. I spent so long thinking of a reason for all this to happen, and you fucked it | |
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