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| So, ya see, Bob, you HAVE to die. I mean, that burglar out in the living room is bound to kill you off, anyway. | |
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| Why? Is it because I'm black?! HUH?! Am I different? | |
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| Eep! A robot thing trying to kill meh! Runs! Oh, god, he smells like shit! Run for your GODDAMNED LIVES! The...hell? Who would rob a house smelling like THAT?! | |
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