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| Aye, appearances deceive, for thou art a marked chap, man? | |
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| Dost thou aim lead at my frail entrails. Nay, shoot with legumes, not metal lance, all I am saying is give peas a chance. (dies) | |
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| Consumed am I with demons, for what have I done? Slay the one I most admired, yet thus must I. | |
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| Woe upon us, one and one and one make three, and all four together never more shall be. | |
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| Yon assassin be fortunate to abide in this enlightened age of eighty-aught. Behold the fine home for the criminally insane, pity its next tenant cometh anon. | |
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