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| YOUR BLOOD SHALL STAIN MY SWORD! ALL HAIL ELIZABETH!.... ah... ah...*ACHOO!* | |
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| Eh... What happened here... Wasn't I just talking to some guy? Hey... there you are... | |
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| Leave me and my trashcan alone in peace... No more random murders... too many... too much blood.... | |
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| MISC! The vile ones have placed you inside of a trashcan of despair... I will not stand for this... The streets will run red with blood one again! Follow Me! | |
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