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| Ha, ha, you pathetic bleeding hearts, you don't even have the guts to do in a little boy. Now I have the advantage again. | |
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| Wait, wait, we want to bribe you. You don't have any code of honor against bribery, do you? | |
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| Let's see. Sloth. No. Hubris. No. Anger. No. Gluttony. No. Lust. No. Envy. No. Greed. No. I think I'm A-OK with bribery. But it better be good. | |
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| OK. How about if I make you a celebrity spokesman for Clown King Burgers and give you as many hamburgers as you can eat. | |
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| That appeals to my hubris and gluttony. Throw in some hard cash and your hot sister, and we will have ourselves a deal, at least as long as it's not too much work for me. | |
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| OK, and in return, you'll let my Dad continue his research in peace, and you'll protect him from outside interference. | |
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