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| Goerring! You rotten swine! How dare you tie me to a chair in this dank torture chamber! | |
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| Silence, Amerikaner scum! It is now time for you to be interrogated! | |
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| Wait. Hold it. The only reason we're up here in the first place is because you contacted me. Why'd you make us try and save Christmas and then lead us into a trap? | |
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| Er...Ze Fuhrer's plan has...it has kinks. | |
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| No shit. Wouldn't it have been simpler just to not tell anybody and go ahead and destroy Christmas? | |
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| Well, we're Nazis. Keep in mind, we're all basically batshit crazy. | |
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