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Anya! How is your money? Okay, uh, I'm lost. I'm angry. And I'm armed. And I'm a huge fan of the way you lose control and turn into an enormous green rage monster. It's funny how the Earth never opens up and swallows you when you want it to. Or even worse, a sneezure. What do they need such good eyesight for anyway? I think calling him that is an insult to the psychotic lowlife community. Occasionally, I'm callous and strange.
You can't take the sky from me. Better to cut you down to size, grandma. Time for some thrilling heroics. Stay with me. Forever. That's the whole point. Yes, I'd forgotten you're moonlighting as a criminal mastermind now. I don't buckle. Occasionally I swashbuckle. From beneath you, it devours. Somebody put her tiny little thinking cap on! Winning over your enemy, the one person guaranteed to reject everything you are, that's real love.
Barmaid, bring me stronger ale, and some plump, succulent babies to eat. Somebody put her tiny little thinking cap on! You could, uh, could have, like, a world without shrimp, or with, you know, nothing but shrimp. Woman, you are completely off your nut. I'll kill a man in a fair fight. Or if I think he's gonna start a fair fight. Or if he bothers me. Or if there's a woman. Or if I'm getting paid. Mostly when I'm getting paid. Actually, I was fired from a fry-cook opportunity. Uh, thermal exhaust port's above the main port, numbnuts. I figure, if I'm responsible for the end of the world, I get to name it. You haven't seen my drawer of inappropriate starches? Like, is the hippo going,'Hey, man, where are my pants? I have my hippo dignity!'
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