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Director Executive Beelzebub calls Greg the Daemon to chat.
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| Dey´re transferring ya to Earth, Gregory. | |
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| I´m just a compassionate guy, you know. What can I do? | |
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| I TOLE´ ya mon... nobody fucks with the mon downstairs! Ye´re just too nice! Now we got souls coming down from HEAVEN ´cause ye treat dem betta than THEY do! | |
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| Be evil. Torture p´ple. Make dem eat ready-made microwave pasta. That sort´a thing. | |
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| What?! I can´t lose my super-duper-caring friends! I love my pals! Hugs and kisses! | |
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