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| Alright, so who the hell are you? By the way, nice suit pal. | |
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| Why I'm Captain Dingleberry, Satan's new right hand man. The old reaper got fired. I'm tough! I'm mean! RARRR! | |
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| Haha! Um, you sure don't look like much of a reaper...so what the fuck do you want with me? | |
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| My boss thinks that you would be an easy catch, seeing as how you make a lot of comics about him and evil and so forth....that getting your soul would be easy. | |
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| So c'mon you punk...don't make this any harder than it has to be. Don't make me crush your little skull! | |
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| Uh, if *your boss* wants a soul, he oughta look around this neighborhood a little more. Plenty of tainted freaks around here in the ghetto. | |
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