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After nearly escaping the clutches of the mighty Radiskull, Mortiis and Tentaculus have become weary from their travels. And fleeing.
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| Yes, Tentaculus, that is an excellent idea. We should find a place to spend the night and regain our strength. | |
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A short while later, the Neipalls Inn is in sight.
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| Oh, look, another of our kind. His openly flamboyant display of gay pride colors is quite brave. In any event, we've at least found a safe haven for the night. | |
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| Halloween's in October, punkass. Beat it. We don't serve your kind here. | |
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What a horrible misunderstanding.
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| This is a birthday party, bucko. And if you even so much as look at those kids, I'll punch you in your goofy fucktard looking face. | |
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