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| Halt, evildoer! I, Super Britainman, have foiled your nefarious plot! | |
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| What are you babbling about? I haven't done anything! | |
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| Come now. You're a floating head. Surely, your fate has left you alone and bitter. You're probably plotting to destroy the Earth as we speak. | |
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| Not really. I'm actually quite a happy guy... | |
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| Well, then! Would you join me for a pint of stout? | |
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| ...except for the fact that I don't have a liver. | |
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