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| man, you got to chill. Let the light into your soul. | |
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| what the hell is wrong with you? I'm gonna eat your brain!! MUAHAAHA! | |
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| I don know what chur talking about, brotha. You need to get yourself high. | |
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| You take all the fun out of killing people. You bastard hippie artsy pants. | |
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