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| I need nectar to die or else I can't be your herald anymore galactus. | |
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| Quiet Cosmic Bee. You make suckle nectar from my sweet dingleberries. | |
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| Sir, I didn't realize you had orchards growing on you. | |
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| Dingleberries are the pieces of shit that get tangled in my ass hair after I take a shit. I could get rid of them if I wiped and bathed properly, but I'm a piece of shit. | |
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| I will not feast on the fecal remains of fallen planets. | |
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