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| Nyah, copper. You'll never make me talk. I ain't no stool chicken. | |
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| I'm not a cop and I don't care what you know. I'm an archaeological detective (and a devoted wife and mother!) and I'm on a quest for a rare artifact. | |
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| I've had enough of your meddling! Now you die! But before I kill you, there's one thing I must know... what does this artifact look like, anyway? | |
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| Kinda cup-shaped, golden, jewel-encrusted, glows with a divine light. You'll know you've got it from the heavenly choirs that start singing when you touch it. | |
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| Oh, that thing. It's replaced my favorite beer mug. Tastes great, less damning! But now you want to just jitterbug in here and take it, eh? It seems I'm in a bit of a cucumber. | |
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| Personally, I'm envisioning you in a heavy cream sauce with some pasta. | |
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