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| Cadbury, I'd like to open my own lemonade stand. Let's build one and make even MORE money. | |
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| Please kill me, Masta Richie. I'm over 170 years old. Even the tattered remnents of my brain are beginning to rot in here. | |
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| Not a chance, Cadbury. Hey, here comes that old blowhard Reggie and his mutants. You fight them while Dollar and I drive around in my helicopter. | |
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| Everything was destroyed, Masta Richie. You have no helicopter. Dollar was obliterated in the shockwave. Everything's rubble. | |
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