What the... hell?
I-- ah-- water? There wasn't water in that damnable town, where...? And... a-and the cold's gone, and... I'm alive?
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This isn't possible. This isn't happening, dammit, it's not. G... Grimmjow, Shawlong, Il Forte... Il Forte, you son of a bitch, I know you're there...! Don't screw with me, I'm sick of it! I'm just as good as any
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This is--?!
Fuck, no! I'm not dead, I'm not, I can't be!
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You're... you're not serious, are you? Come on. Don't mess with my head.
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Sons of bitches. Why do they always gotta run off ahead...
Where the heck IS this, anyway?
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... when are the meetings?
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Well, someone coined it and the nickname stuck, you know? You're in a place where death isn't permanent, killing anyone is punished by three days in the brig, the Captain is seemingly omnipotent and can do anything from make everyone blind or deaf, change your species, or teleport you into restraints for "punishment." If you had any particular powers or abilities, they're dampened.
Mardamn, I wasn't serious
Know what, I'll ask our secretary Nnoitra when the next one is.
Oh yes - and you should probably stay in your room until the First Mate gives the all clear. There's something nasty roaming the decks.
I wouldn't take that bitch on, and I took on an eight-foot berserk undead swordsman of rot and corrosion...
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Fuck.
What the hell did I do to deserve this...?!
[He sighs.]
How... how nasty is "nasty"? I've dealt with a lot of shit, but from the sound of the crud you're talking about...
Is it really that out of our hands? I better not be treated like a helpless little bitch here, too.
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Why do I have to hurry, anyway? Might as well look around.
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Ah! There is a killer on the loose!
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Lemme guess. You're hiding 'cause of the murderer, right?
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Well. I might stop by when people quit dying~
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