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| Billy, I'm initiating the mass cloning procedure tomorrow. I hope you won't try anything... foolish. | |
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| I'll cremate them all, Father O'Mallard. I swear, if it takes me fifty years -- they'll all be roasted alive. | |
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| Billy... I've been donating the roasted flesh of your victims to the poor. They've been feasting upon it for years. | |
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| Really? I've been giving it to your mom, and she's been feeding it to you. | |
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