Impossible...
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Such a feeble attempt!
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Muahahahaha!
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Allow me to share my dream, of this world.
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Mutant hunting abomination!
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I grow weary of these encounters...
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How foolish for a man of metal bones to face me....
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Mutants are born...not created.
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Ororo!
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Be grateful I did not rip the adamantium from your very bones.
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Today mutantkind assumes its rightful place in the world.
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Accept the superiority of mutantkind. I may spare your life.
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A war is coming. This was but the first of many victories for mutantkind.
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I assure you, I derive no pleasure from your inglorious defeat. You left me no choice.
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They call me the Master of Magnetism. That moniker describes but a fraction of my capabilities.
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I had thought to recruit you for my Brotherhood. Your performance has caused me to reconsider the offer.
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Brash, arrogant, rude, even a white head of hair... You remind me of my son in many ways.
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Facing me in a metal suit of armor... What were you thinking?
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Your attempts at artificial power both impress and disgust me, Albert Wesker.
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Just be glad I did not rip the adamantium from your bones... again.
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