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| Tell ya what, Death: How 'bout you let me live a while longer and, in return, I'll give you a tour of the material world. Plus, you'll look like Brad Pitt. Deal? | |
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| Aren't you that hunk that I saw get splattered across downtown earlier? | |
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| I... like... peanut... butter. | |
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Eighteen hours of movie watching later...
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| I'm... sorry... Susan... but... I... am... not... of... your... world. | |
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