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| I karate chop you on the neck. | |
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| I apply an uppercut to your chin and follow with a kick to the sternum. | |
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| I gouge at your eyes, trip you on the floor and sit on your head. | |
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| I grow tired of your obvious dirty fighting style, break out a can of gasoline, pour it onto your head and flick a match. | |
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| I journey to hell, defeated, yet open for a return depending on series popularity. | |
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