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| Look, little dude, I'm saorry I killed your Pop. It was an accident. Like, he shouldn't have been sleeping in the road. | |
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| WRONG! Your ears you keep and I'll tell you why. It's so that every shriek of every child at seeing your hideousness will be yours to cherish. | |
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| Could you stop quoting "The Princess Bride" for a minute? | |
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| Every babe that weeps at your approach, every woman who cries out "Dear God, what is that thing" will echo in your perfect ears. | |
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| Fine, if that's how you want it. "You've got an overdeveloped sense of vengance. It's going to get you into trouble some day." | |
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| Welcome to the Pit of Despair! | |
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