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| Death, I've summoned you here because I've been getting reports that you're taking just a little too much pleasure in your work. | |
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| Mortality is a serious and sombre business. As the appointed Reaper of Souls you should carry out your duty with graveness and tact. | |
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| I do not expect you to derive any perverse pleasure or gratification from your work. You will conduct youself in a manner befitting of your position. Is that clear? | |
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| Don't even think about it! | |
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