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| Dexxy is here to see you, Satan. | |
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| Really? To see me? How's my breath? Do I look okay? OK, send him in. | |
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Oh well, at least Satan still has another day left with the latex Jesus.
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| Hi, honey. I've missed you. I decided you were right, I was too fat, so with a little help from Mister Owens, I lost some weight for you, my love. | |
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| Mister Owens, what did you do to Dexxy? | |
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| Hurry, kids, run upstairs to your parents. Whatever you do, don't slow down and don't look back. | |
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