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| Rotten? Why you're crazy! Oh, and by the way I'm marrying your mom despite the fact your dad just got kill..um..er....died suddenly. | |
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| Yeah, hey there, your uncle killed me so he could take my wife and throne. It sucks. But at least there's plenty of Fiddle Faddle in Heaven. | |
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| Umm, Mr. Horatio sir? There's no possible way my company can afford this many claims in one week. I mean poison? Drowning? Stabbing? What the hell is going on in this castle? | |
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