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| Your pathetic attempts at romance will never work. | |
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| You don't like the flowers? Then h-how about this? It's...it's your mom's head. Freshly decapitated, and decorated with-- | |
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| Oh, for Pete's sake. First daisies, now this--I've never seen such clumsy and ill-conceived courting. | |
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| (*sniff*) I guess maybe I should tell the little aliens in advance that I'll kill them if they don't love me. | |
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