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| Yes. I need you to take someone out. | |
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| A garbage-breathing, tongue-flailing Schnitzvolnocekian named Gorbna. You'll know him when you smell him. | |
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| You don't like me much, do you? | |
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| You're a minion, what do you expect? | |
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