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| Ah, the sweet smell of molten lava and rotting bodies. Hang on, I'm in Burger King again. Oh no, wait Jenkins is here. | |
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| Oh great, that idiot is back | |
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| What happened Sir, are those Earthlings not afraid of the Prince of Darkness anymore? | |
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| It seems not Jenkins but I have decided to live among them in disguise | |
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| Behold, I am going to become Santa, the must loved mythical figure of them all. Jenkins, where are you going? | |
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