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| Greetings, my good fellow! Pardon my most flagrant indiscretion in this manner, but I would inquire as to purchasing a great quantity of morphine-derived narcotics from you. Could you procure this? | |
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| Sure, sure, I get yo' vibe. You needs da pure H, I gots dat shit right on me, yo. What kinda scrill you gots to back that shit up, yo? It takes-- oh fuck what is this stabbing sensation AAAAAAARGGH!!! | |
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| What the fucking shit!! Oh my god!! You just pounded like twenty-five nails into that guy's skull!!!! You murdered him in cold blood!! What kind of inhuman monster are you?!? | |
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| This vile sinner had it coming!! His acts, so evil he was already dead in the sight of God, were-- wait, who is this? A spined fish-man in a suit? What the fuck? I don't know who this guy is. | |
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| Oh, hey, Coyote. I didn't see you there while I was chopping that talking hadrosaur in a top hat with this axe. Getting an early start on the rampaging too? | |
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