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| What the hades are you trying to say, foul ratfaced zombie? | |
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| Though my heart long ago rotted away I have a warm feeling for you, and I don't think I've wet myself. | |
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| We'll see what my boyfriend thinks of this... | |
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| Huh? So you're the punk zombie whose door knockin' keep interruptin' my ball scratchin' | |
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