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| I should call the police on you. Or I should call "60 Minutes." Or the Vatican. Or the FBI. | |
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| I don't respond to threats, Lem. | |
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| I should just call the gov'mint in on you. You'd regret that in a New York Minute. | |
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| And I should have Cthulhu turn you all into fat, slow field mice that I'd feed to my barn cat. | |
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| Shucks, I guess that Cthulu fella ain't so bad after all. | |
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| I'm glad we came to this understanding, Lem... | |
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