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| What's the matter, boss? You look upset. | |
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| Some cheeky bastard dissed me. He said I was a third rate rip-off of a crap Batman villain. | |
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| Want me to sort him out, boss? I could roast his scrawny ass for you. | |
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| Cheer up, boss! Everything's going to plan. Once I take this punk out we can send the ice-bots in and begin your invasion. | |
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| Whatever. I'm too depressed to think about it just now. If anyone wants me I'll be in the sauna. | |
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