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| There was some kind of mishap with an oxygen tank. Your hospital room exploded. | |
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| Suck. Uh...there isn't going to be some kind of ironic ending in which I am denied paradise because I didn't like pickles, is there? | |
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| Nah, pickles suck. Come on in! | |
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| I'm in Hell? Are...are there pickles here? | |
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| OHHHH, YEAH. TOBOR HAVE PICKLE RIGHT HERE. | |
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