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You'd best make peace with your dear and fluffy Lord. Ah, the pitter patter of tiny feet in huge combat boots. Your futures are murky; you'd do well to heed my...I'm still on speakerphone, aren't I? Yeah, well, I'm not the one who wanted Wind Beneath My Wings for the first dance. I was actually at Woodstock. That was a weird gig. I fed off a flower person, and then I spent the next six hours watching my hand move. The brain is kept in a fear-induced, adrenaline-fueled overdrive state, like a problem you can't solve.
I'm a rogue demon hunter now. Can everybody just notice how much fire I'm not on? What did I say to you about barging into my shuttle? You can't open the book of my life and jump in the middle. Little man loved fire. Hey I could whip up a love slave any day I wanted. It's my estimation that every man ever got a statue made of him was one kind of sommbitch or another. You're really campaigning for bitch-of-the-year, aren't you? And now the one person who should be here is gone, and a waste like you gets to live. For this plan to work, River and I will have to be dead.
Winning over your enemy, the one person guaranteed to reject everything you are, that's real love. Someone else's loss is my chocolatey goodness. You sanguine about the kind of reception we're apt to receive on an Alliance ship, Cap'n? Yes, I'd forgotten you're moonlighting as a criminal mastermind now. If I was blind, I would see you.
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