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| So young lady. What do you prefer, thyme or sage? | |
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| Just a moment, I will prepare the marinade for you to bathe in. | |
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| Oh no. Somebody better come rescue me. | |
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| There you go. One defeated dragon. Now, do you want to sleep with me, Louise Layne? | |
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| Never Xeroman! You're such a senseless dweeb. | |
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