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| Listen mate... you get all the life cleared out by tomorrow, or you're a dead man. | |
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| What kind of an empty threat is that? | |
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| I'm DEATH! I'm the non-living, non-breathing personification of 'dead'. There is nothing you can do that would make me more dead. | |
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| Well, I'll have your pointy stick then... I bet you like your pointy stick... | |
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| No, not my stick, I love my stick... | |
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