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| I swear I wasn't cheatin'! I got no idear how them thangs got up my sleeve an' under my hat. | |
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| Please, I beg you. I'll scrape some money together, just don't take my Ming Dynasty collection. | |
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| So that's it, huh? You're seizing our solar system until we tell you the Colonel's secret recipe? | |
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