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| Satan! You evil bastard, tricking us into thinking we were in heaven. | |
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| The worst is yet to come, Paralysis Man! For your eternal torment, I am going to prop you in front of a tv showing the gardening channel, and leave the remote just out of your reach. | |
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| Nooo! You truly are the lord of darkness. And what foul plan have you got in store for Green-Tshirt-Beard-Stockbroker Man? | |
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| For him I have come up with the worst hell of all... | |
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| Shit! I'm still a stockbroker! | |
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