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| So, let me get this straight... you want *me* to do *you* a favor? | |
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| Don't get snotty about it. You're saving me from an eternity of blazing Hell. I thought you were my friend. | |
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| I don't know about that anymore. I'm a frickin' *cowboy* of all things! You *had* to have a hand in this somehow! | |
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| WHAT?! No way! You think I *like* being on fire all the time? | |
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| You're the pyro. You *like* setting stuff on fire. | |
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| Things! Not PEOPLE! Especially not me!... It makes my skin all dry and flaky and I don't have any lotion. | |
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