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Don't talk to strangers, children
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| Hi Mister Stickface! Whatcha doin'? | |
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| It is such a shame that I must sully my magical hammer slash knife for the purposes of food. It has passed through the line of the Stickfaces for three whole strips. | |
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| You wanna play hide and seek, Mr. Stickface? You can be the hider! | |
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| No no no. You hide. I know a lovely place just your size. It'll be a little warm for awhile, but a bit of chloroform might fix that problem. | |
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