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| now it's on, you clinking clanking clattering collection of cacophonous junk. | |
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| yep. i will singlehandedly put your reign of mechanical terror to a stop. | |
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| i seriously doubt it, meatbag. your puny flesh will melt like the lard it is, when i turn my 350,000 volt helium laser on that clammy revolting pigslop you call a body. | |
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| this hurts a great deal more than i might have expected. | |
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| why must we always hurt the ones we love? | |
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