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How 'bout this, how 'bout this... next time you lie to me... you shove a dull, rusted spoon into your chest! Then... maybe then you will know how I feel. And I KNOW you lied. So don't bother redeeming yourself. You've been wiped off of my slate.
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you saw off their arms with that dull, rusted spoon
then you can beat them over the head with their arms
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