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| Get back to Hell, spawn of Satan. | |
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| Get out of here child, you bother me. | |
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| I'll bother you when I run a stake through your cold dead heart. | |
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| C'mon little girl, go away before I have to add you to my army of the undead. | |
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| You coward, come back and at least pretend to be a man. | |
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| Dammit, if I weren't already a registered sex offender with two strikes I'd show you what kind of man I am. | |
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