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| At last, I've caught you! | |
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| Ah, Max Load, my old friend. We are much alike, you and I, like light and dark sides of a mirror. | |
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| You know what I'm here for. Toss it over, or I'll blow us all to Hell. | |
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| I'm afraid your pleas fall on limp wrists, for it weighs a ton and wants to give me a Violent Anal Dilation. | |
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| Well, you're the one who programmed it that way. | |
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| Yes, I'm my own worst enema. | |
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