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| (sniff)... My... poor dead wife. I can't believe you wished that my wife would die. | |
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| Yeah, that's a stirring eulogy and all, but you've been saying that for the last half-hour. | |
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| Her scales were the most beautiful golden brown I've ever seen... her delicate fins would often caress me as I wept at night... | |
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| Mmmm... you're making me hungry. Seafood sounds great! Why did we put her in the ground? She hasn't been dead long enough to spoil... | |
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| ...I suppose you're about to wish that you could feast on my poor dead wife's remains on a magnificent jeweled platter... | |
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| Will the tartar sauce count as an extra wish? | |
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