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| I'm you! I'm your shadow! Y'know - Liquid Snake. You thought you killed me a dozen times over, yet I manage now to live beyond the grave as a talking skin graft! | |
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| Amazing. This is either an exciting new frontier in science, or a landmark event for stupidity. | |
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Girlfriend playing Dr. Phil while you save the world
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| Jack, your bedroom is as empty as your soul! I ill need a boyfriend such as you. Also, you punch me and stuff. So can we pillow talk now? | |
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| It's not that I don't like rehashing our romantic history for the sake of everyone listening to these transmissions, but "not dying" takes higher priority for me right now than gooey reminiscence. | |
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Everything up until this point of the game didn't matter. This happens several times over.
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| I need scissors! Sexxxy ladies waiting to take your call! You are the King of No Paaaants! Sorry about lunch. Blipverts! | |
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| Alright, this has officially become a load of crap. | |
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