Nice... fight.
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This is so over.
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Dead meat!
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You've already lost.
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There's more than one way to skin a cat....
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Consider me a trash compactor.
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Time to see if the student has become the master....
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Dirt nap!
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Amateur....
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Piece of cake....
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Your mutant hunting days are over, junkpile.
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I... I am not a weapon!
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Not so bad for a clone, huh?
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I cannot lose. I have people I must protect!
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Maybe I'm not the best there is, but I'm pretty damned close.
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The simulations in the Danger Room are more dangerous than you. What a disappointment!
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So... any relation to Wolfsbane?
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I'd tell you to send my regards to Bolivar Trask, but you kinda can't in your present condition, huh?
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You too were created for a purpose you did not wish to fulfill. You have my sympathy.
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Who's your "daddy" now?
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