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Are you?
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*kicks patches into trap*
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Aren't we undead buddies?
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"No such thing as friends, only associates"
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You must be a filthy cleric!
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Iz George Foman, Master of grills.
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Why do you attack? I wouldn't lie to you.
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Was trying to get mosquito off back with foot. My bad, associate.
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I'm just a merchant. We cut prices not limbs!