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| Um...of course not. I love hanging out with pyschotic madmen with knives who want to slice me up. | |
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| Excellent. Now, me believes we were in the middle of me killing you, correct? | |
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| Oh, no no no. We were in the middle of you completing my every whim, ya old freak, you. Heh he. | |
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| I not a mean person, me just don't like being called "freak" you monkey face. Now enjoy as I cut open your organs on the side-walk. | |
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| Yo wierdo, what's this here art ya making freaky man? You are one sick freak! Ain't that right, Mr. Freak? Freak freak freak. Freak a leak in a beak, cuz you are such a freak. Heh ha. | |
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