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| Mr del-me? I'm with the Nobel comittee, and we'd like to present you with a prize for furthering human-tentacle relations. Could you follow me please? | |
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| Finally, the recognition I deserve! But it's Del-Me, you know. The D & M are capitalized. | |
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| Man, I can't believe he fell for that. But never mind; our plan nears fruition. | |
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| So I get to kill the guy in the ugly shirt, right? | |
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| Now wait just a skull-fucking minute. I thought we agreed that I get to kill him, & you get first dibs on post-mortem fellatio. | |
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| Ah yes. He gets to have his rape & eat it, too. | |
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