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| There you are, my Delicious Duchess. We have a bit of a problem in the relocation of the indigenous population of the Desert of Doom. | |
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| Pharaoh Wanghotep is refusing to leave. He says that as a mummy, his place is in the desert. Shall I devour him, my most Exquisite Empress? | |
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| Thank you, my Mouthwatering Majesty. I was not looking forward to partaking of undead flesh. | |
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| *sigh* Damn mummies ruining my plans. | |
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