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| Hey Sweety, how was work? | |
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| Oh Millie, it's terrible! I was fired! | |
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| No wonder you reak of alchohol. You've been out drinking again, haven't you, Sanderson? | |
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| No, darling, it's not what you think! The chemicals of my body are fermenting into something much like alchohol because I am pregnant with your babies! It's why I was fired! | |
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| Alright honey, I believe you. Then it is time to reveal my master plan: in forty-eight hours, I will unleash a deat ray upon all the world. | |
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| It is what they deserve for standing in the way of love. | |
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