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| Things just wouldn't work out between us. I mean... I'm a badly drawn yet cute stick boy, and you're... a hell beast. My mother warned me about hell beasts. | |
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| Alas, although I'm sure you could pleasure me in ways that would make my genitals sing, I cannot take up your generous sexual offer. | |
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| I'm from Canada, that's why I look like this. | |
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| Hmmm Canadian... I don't think my mother said a word about them. It just kind of goes without saying. Let's get it on. | |
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| I knew you couldn't resist my hellish---erm... Canadian charm. | |
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