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| Your Majesty, the executioner's about to chop off the head of that dog! How can you let that take place? Your heart's not that empty, eh? | |
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| Let it be duly noted that that cur urinated in my metal forest. He defiled my finest stannous birch. For that, he must die. | |
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| Because he peed on the King's tin tree. | |
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