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| Sanderson! But you were fired! What are you doing here!!! | |
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| The man I love is dead because of what you've done, Mister Pulerko. I'm here to make sure my beloved Millie's death ray claims exactly the right victims. | |
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| YAAAWWWWGGGH!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING! I'LL GET YOU FOR THIS SANDERSON! | |
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| Why Mister Pulerko, obviously I have hollowed out a space in your chest where I have deposited the remainder of my eggs. I don't want my babies to starve when they first awaken, do I? | |
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| You.... sluhtt... It'snotmy... fault...you...gotknockedup | |
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| Oh, but it is, Mister Pulerko, it is. Okay no you're right it isn't, but I did have a crush on you when I started working here. But guess what? I got over it. Have fun dying, bastard. | |
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