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| Mwahahaha! There it is, Earth, ripe for the conquest! Soon the planet will be an icy wasteland, and I, Gunther von Eis, shall reign supreme! | |
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| So what's the plan, boss? | |
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| I must freeze the planet before we land because, as you know, the slightest bit of heat may well cause my gruesome demise. | |
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| I was wondering about that bit. If you can't handle heat, why did you hire a fire breathing dragon as your right hand man? | |
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| It's because you're very very stupid, isn't it? | |
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