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| Coyote, I've been selling you junk for a long time. It's time you let me in on the secrets of senseless homicide. | |
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| I don't know if you're ready for that, big pink imaginary donkey ... the Way of Not Being a Monk demands a lot self-sacrifice. There are many fun many adventures, though. | |
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| Like when I started World War 1! Those were the days. And that chlorine gas? My idea. I romped around in that stuff for days and days. It was an incredibly moving experience. I wrote poetry about it. | |
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| Also I killed Jesus. But that was a long time ago. We've patched things up since then, right, Jesus? | |
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