Am I... dying?
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Allow me!
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Step aside!
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Kill, kill! Hyper Psionic Blaster!
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You are no match for M.O.D.O.K!
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So many ways to kill, so little time...
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If you think I've evolved beyond the joys of murder, you'd be wrong.
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I must admit, I had my eye on your helmet the entire time.
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All in this world are beneath me and must perish because of it.
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You have been bested by the world's greatest -- and biggest -- mind!
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They once called me M.O.D.O.C. -- but I'd much rather be "killing" than "computing!"
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Clearly you lack my intelligence, or you would've realized only a humiliating defeat awaited you.
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Never again will I forget to lobotomize one of my clones!
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Stick to hunting mutants. Humans are your masters, and I am the master of all humans!
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It pains me to hurt one with such a great cranium, but your verbosity has left me no choice.
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I must admit, I like some of the work you've done with bioengineering. It has... potential.
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