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| The void in my heart, O Romeo, for too long I feeleth something absinthe, but now two strong forces fill me, and thy forbidden love is but one. | |
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| IT IS I, MASTER OF HELL, WHO WILL REJOICE IN YOUR DEMISE IN ACT V! WATCH AS I SPIN MY HEAD AROUND AND PUKE MY GUTS OUT OVER YOU! | |
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| The priest, he came and rescued me from my hellspawn meanness, I know you'll never forgive me for barfing soup of greenness. | |
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| Relax, your vomit contains the scent, the pheromones of Venus, I'll wear your soup forever now, I've been converted to peaness! | |
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