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| Hey, Satan, would you mind just, like, checking all the life was removed from the universe...? I'd do it myself, just I'm a bit cunted, like... | |
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| Well, yeah OK, but I want some souls for this, good ones too, none of those Royals you fobbed me off with last month... weren't worth the gin they were soaked in... | |
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| Hey Death, you get all that life cleared out of the universe? | |
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| You kiddin me? 's more than my job's worth mate. And anyway, I couldn't possibly do 'em before next Tuesday... | |
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