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Somewhere in Pennsylvania...
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| I am Ninja. Fear my stealthy wrath. | |
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| Snow has no vitals to stab, how can he hope to fight me? | |
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| What are you lookin' at, Snow? | |
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| If I could figure out a way to hurt you, rest assured you'd be in a world of pain right now. | |
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| My frosty stare of derision will hurt him more than words ever could. A swift punch in the head would be ideal, but I don't have arms... | |
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