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| Robyn, sweetie, fabulous to see you again! | |
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| *Whimper* Please don't walk over me again like last time. And if you do, could you at least take your stilettos off? Please? | |
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| Oh honey child, i'm not going to hurt you, i'm here to help you. By the time i'm finished, no one will be able to walk over you again. Except for me, that is. | |
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| I dunno, it's kinda my place in the group to be the scapegoat. It's okay, it really is, I don't want to cause anyone any problems... | |
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And, after a week of intense training from Robyn, Alternate Robyn finally became the bitch she was born to be...
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| Robyn, doll, my children are out in the training grounds practicing beating the crap out of people. Want to go throw molotovs at them? | |
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| Honey, thought you'd never ask. And i've got a new toy to show you, it sprinkles salt while it flays.... | |
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