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Announcer
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Arc de feu!
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Oh... It's you.
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Stay out of my way!
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Who let the dog out?
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I underestimated her.
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Nobody puts Patty in a corner!
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Talk about crazy cat lady. Jeez...
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Does punching you count as beatboxing?
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There's a bigger monster... behind you!
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That antique won't save your life this time.
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Where'd I go wrong?...
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You're... being used.
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Nobody puts Patty in a corner!
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I'll put you out of your misery, monster.
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With whipped cream!
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We beat her!
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Check for other skeletons in her closet.
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I'm taking that Skull Heart to Vitale!
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Here's a surprise!
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Beowulf
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Whatcha gonna do?
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Lay the Hurting down!
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Runnin' wild!
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Dude?
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Screwjob...
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Heel... turn.
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Hard camera...
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You got a heart.
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The winner... is you.
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So... I'm still champ?
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The hard way...
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Not fake...?
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Corpsing...
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No needles!
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Gigantic... ARRRRRRM!
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One twenty-inch PYTHON!
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Take a load off!
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Hold this for me!
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Hey, catch!
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All's 'chair'!
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Have a seat!
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'Chair' we go!
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It doesn't matter!
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You shootin' on me?
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Opponent discarded!
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Into the trash it goes!
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I'm a real Canopian!
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Step on board the AROO train!
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The Big Bad Wulf is your hookup.
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It's time, it's time, it's BEOWULF time!
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I am 287 pounds of folded steel, and sex appeal!
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Finally, the Wulf has come back to (current stage).
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There's only room for one leader of this pack!
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To be the man... AROOO! I'm gonna beat Big Band!
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Let's see what you've got!
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You're done fooling me!
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Crimson Scourge, you'll be wearing a crimson mask!
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How many of you am I dealing with here?
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You might have guessed I'm not a cat person...
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I told ya it ain't real! Go home, kid.
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You better have a warranty!
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Make it so!
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Who's next?
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I'm number one!
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Cover me!
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Only two!
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One count!
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Lighten up!
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Good heat...
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Huff, puff...
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Hot tag!
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Hey, behind ya!
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I'll take it from here!
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They're ready!
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Know your role!
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CAAAN YOOOU DIG IT?!
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On you, brother!
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Fangirl!
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Samson!
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Andy!
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Cry for the moon!
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Glowing in the dark!
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I'm pissed now!
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Minus five stars!
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Everything I say is a catchphrase!
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The line for autographs starts here.
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Say your vitamins and eat your prayers!
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I'm the wildest there is, was, and ever will be.
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Now you know... I'm the real deal.
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Somebody else sound the bell.
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You need to work on those promos if you wanna wear the strap.
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This business gets ugly enough without you.
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You got the spotlight, but I'm still king of the ring!
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I am the legend killer!
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Don't go to pieces on me now!
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Have a nice day.
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Looks like you lost the rumble.
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You aren't the only one with mind games.
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Technology won't replace me that easy.
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SUUUPER DRAAAGON!
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Howl back if ya hear me!
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Wulfamania runs wild!
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Big Band
Sax-Deka (Japan)
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Lazy bird.
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Don't futz around!
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Gimme a hit!
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Back on the beat!
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You're in trouble now!
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The best is yet to come!
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Salt... peanuts.
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Not a bad note...
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I'm too old for this.
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Get your own hits!
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You grew up strong...
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You got... lucky.
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Still packs a punch.
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Sorry... Doc.
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Sax 'em up!
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Aw, no!
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Don't hurt!
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Boogie!
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Swing it!
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Clarinet!
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One truth... prevails.
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I'm all there is of the most real.
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In some ways, it feels like I never left.
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You will be prosecuted to the full extent of the jam.
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When the word of law falls, pick it up, and hold it higher.
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This'll make for some crazy stories.
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Now that's just bassist!
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I count myself a gunslinger, copycat.
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Guess I gotta play over you.
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Hair like that will get you in trouble.
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Those are some choice pieces of calico.
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Girl, they got you lookin' Maplecrest ragged!
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We should be on the same side.
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I got ties older than you, princess. Shoes too!
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I KNOW you ain't misbehaving!
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This sure takes me back.
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Ain't you the snake's hips!
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Dead or alive, you're coming with me.
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Dead men are heavier than broken hearts.
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Beat it!
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Take five.
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Hit the tracks.
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Roll out!
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Watch what happens.
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Saved by the bell!
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I'll take it from here.
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You could use a break.
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You can count on me!
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Hang back, little bird!
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All yours.
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I gotta blow.
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Requesting backup.
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Monster!
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Stand-in!
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You on, girl!
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Let's go, partner!
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Toaster!
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Sing it, girl.
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Forensics!
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Same old song!
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Hey, listen here.
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Retire to what?
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Nothing but stolen moments.
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You're gonna get beat!
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Even the sky ain't the limit.
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I gotta go see a man about a dog!
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Let's give a big hand for Big Band.
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The world is full of obvious things.
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I have to go now. My planet needs me.
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We have come to terms. See ya, space cowboy.
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Good game. Peace out.
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I admit, that was an enhanced performance.
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Clean up your act!
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You can't strong-arm this armstrong!
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Expect the same welcome next time!
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Fare thee well, my honey. Fare thee well.
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Stay in school and out of trouble!
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Hear that ringin'? Recess is over!
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Next time, try falling down a flight of stairs.
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Better augmented than segmented.
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You can't handle everything, Princess.
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No offence, ma'am, but I'm the top brass here.
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Too much TV is bad for ya... kid!
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Take it slow. You still got a lot to learn.
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Rest easy, Sienna.
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(Singing) I got the Last Hope... Infirmary Blues!
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Baloney!
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Applesauce!
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Cerebella
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Spin to win!
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Can't turn down a fan!
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Vi-tal-e...
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How can this be?!...
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Where'd I go wrong?...
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All that... practice...
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It was an honor...
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She stole my act.
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What... are you?...
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I've been... replaced...
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I hate... split ends!...
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I was robbed!
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You're just... a puppet...
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She's just... too strong...
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You're just... too strong...
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I can't believe it...
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What's... wrong with you?
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You can't win!...
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Call a... doctor.
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Lookin' good!
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Back at 'cha!
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Hands off!
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I outta your league!
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Hang onto your hat!
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Time for your curtain call!
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And now for the main attraction!
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It's okay to be star-struck... heh heh heh.
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After this, can I have your autograph?
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Time to bust open a can of you!
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You can has cheeseburger!
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You do a killer impression!
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Don't mess with the Medici!
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I don't see why Vitale trusts you.
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Headgear is my gimmick!
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I looooove a good freakshow!
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Do I have the right to remain violent?
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How do I keep getting into fights with cats?
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'Round and 'round we go!
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Gonna take ya for a ride!
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Next act!
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Take a hike!
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Step right up!
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No autographs!
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Geez...
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No way!
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Lucky shot!
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I've had worse.
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Watch the face!
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On the ropes!...
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That's my cue!
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Good thing I dropped by!
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About time, mop top!
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Run out of lives, kitty?
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What's wrong, winding down?
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Party's over!
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Just don't arrest me!
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Adieu!
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Go get 'em!
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Stunt double!
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You're up, headcase!
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Flatline 'em!
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Here... we... go!
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Get ready for a show stopper!
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And now for something spectacular!
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How tragic!
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Hats off to me!
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Did I do okay, Vitale?
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You just got outshined!
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No, no, you're too kind!
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I expect a great review.
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Only the best for Vitale!
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Hot-flying...death-defying!
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You weren't going easy on me, were ya?
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So, you can still sign my hat... right?
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I wonder if he's recyclable...
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The one, the only... Cerebella!
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This ring's not big enough for the two of me!
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Accept no imitations!
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The Medicis don't need you!
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The new 'do isn't you!
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That's how you clean house!
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I'm taking that Skull Heart to Vitale!
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I'm a diamond you can't steal.
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Shoulda called for backup.
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Learn from the best.
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Oh, how the operating tables have turned!
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Double
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Have at you!
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Be driven before us!
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Dinner time!
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Here kitty kitty!
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Your sins will have no absolution.
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Forgive me...master.
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Aeon, why have you forsaken me...
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Still you struggle.
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My... revenge.
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What is a man?
|
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Have you come to give confession?
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Repent... for your death is nigh.
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You would dare oppose the church?
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I gladly accept your tithe... in blood.
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The Trinity has deemed you unacceptable.
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To fight is futile. Aeon has foretold our victory.
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Defiling maggots, you unknowingly consume our flesh.
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Ignorant children... you would rebel against the Great Mother?
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You will regret challenging the Skullgirl.
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It's time you were dismantled
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I shall be avenged!!!
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Lamia shall be avenged.
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My family shall be avenged.
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You shall pay for your crimes, Neferu.
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Only a hollow shell.
|
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Humans have created quite a toy.
|
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Remember me, Sienna?
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You dare stand before me, traitor?
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Mega crush!
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Shoot the core!
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No hope.
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No escape.
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No refuge.
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Be praying.
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Exile.
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Begone!
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Run, coward! Double-cross!
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Run, coward! Second impact!
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I'll see you.
|
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Back in the habit!
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Your end draws ever closer.
|
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Humans are the real monsters.
|
|
And lo, the evil was smitten.
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The culling of our flock continues.
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...a miserable little pile of secrets.
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I am merely an instrument of her will.
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Foolish buffoon. A false warrior.
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You shall be an example to the unworthy.
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You should have treasured your remaining years.
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An eye for an eye.
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Do unto others as those who have done to you.
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Even you are but a child to the Great Mother.
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Now you will be sacrificed to the Great Mother.
|
|
How fitting. Now you shall be sacrificed to our cause.
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Did you think you could transcend the fate of mortals?
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How clockwork has advanced.
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Eliza
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Down where you belong!
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Your place is below me!
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Let's dance, darling.
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Cruising by!
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I'm on a boat!
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Barging through!
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How... dare you!...
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How fitting...
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You've... improved...
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Dangerous prey!...
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The power!...
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Well... played...
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Beat by YOU...
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Solar Arc!
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Staff of Ra!
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I am a god!
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Blaze across the blue skies!
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She who mauls! Ah ha ha ha! Say my name!
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Albus! Horace! I shouldn't be long.
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Darling, you are not ready for what you are about to face.
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Show me what today's champions can do.
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A sarcophagus that makes music? Delightful!
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The show must go on... so you end here!
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My reign and your fall are long overdue!
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All strange and terrible events are welcome...
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This is your latest host, Samson? PATHETIC!
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Join me, Samson! Or become a relic of the past!
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Forbidden fruit is the most tempting.
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What is this abomination?!
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Don't worry... your kingdom will be in good hands!
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You are a childish parody of the divine!
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A mockery of Bastet's children, I shall not suffer it!
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Oh, Leviathan, you should've stayed BURIED!
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Where you blessed by Taweret, or a scalpel?
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No mercy! You are broken!
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No mercy! The clutches of eternity!
|
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True beauty!
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What's wrong, too spooky?
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Exiled!
|
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Cut you down!
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Leave my sight!
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Yawn!
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I have no weaknesses!
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Keep young and beautiful!
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I hunt again!
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Watch and learn!
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It's my turn, dear.
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Done enough.
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Lost your touch?
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I give the orders!
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Move, worm!
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You turn to me?
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Boys!
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Go now!
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Don't struggle.
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Grind you in the dirt!
|
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I wasn't even trying!
|
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How do I look?
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Yes, I AM rich!
|
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I give the orders!
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(Giggle) Deal with it!
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Boys! Prepare the limo!
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Mmm, victory looks good on me!
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I could go for a dip right about now.
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Whiff!
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Soiled!
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Filia
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Let's go, Samson!
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Sorry, mom...
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Sorry, Samson...
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Bug off!
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Henshin!
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Transform!
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Um, no!
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Stayin' alive!
|
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Who are you?
|
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Do I know you?
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They look nice.
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Do you have a hair parasite too?
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He sounds nice.
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Can we keep her, Samson?
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Get lost!
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Let's meet someone new!
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Back off!
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Ouch!
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Aww...
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I'm okay.
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Surprise!
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Think fast!
|
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Here we come!
|
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Need my help?
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Help!
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Goodbye!
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I'm done!
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Good luck!
|
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Break a leg!
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Here, kitty!
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Your highness!
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Eeeeeep!
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Rapunzel's grave!
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AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!
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Great work!
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It's over...
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Was that ok?
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Maybe next time!
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Not much of a show.
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|
So much for your hat...
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I thought clowns are funny?
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I am who I am.
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This is for my parents.
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Does she dream of electric mice?
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Fukua
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Hold it!
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This is fun!
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We're gonna get you!
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Surprise!
|
|
Here we come.
|
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Take 'em down!
|
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Sorry, mom...
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Gotcha!
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I'm ok!
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Eep!
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Waaaah!
|
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Goodbye!
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I'm done!
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Your turn!
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Hey!
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You're on!
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Here, kitty!
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Your highness!
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Get ready!
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Get away!
|
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Hey!
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Let's go!
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Woah!
|
|
Was that good?
|
|
I guess we won...
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|
Not much of a show.
|
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So much for your hat...
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I am who I am.
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This is for my parents.
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Marie (Boss)
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You can't run away.
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Join me and my army.
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The Medici will fall.
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You are already dead.
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I'll suck the life out of you.
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Your blood will fall like rain.
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Be my general, or dirt to sweep up.
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The Skull Heart is my burden to bear.
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You'll make a good addition to my army.
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Your blind loyalty will be your demise.
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All of the Medici will follow you to Hell.
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I no longer require your services.
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Serve me and my just cause.
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Your memories end here.
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I will wipe all horrors from this world, starting with you.
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You had your chance to escape. Now... die.
|
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You will be a unique addition to my army.
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I'll put you out of your misery, monster.
|
|
What would your mother think?
|
|
Patricia...
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You shouldn't be here...
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It seems someone didn't finish this job....
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You are a traitor to the cause.
|
|
Why continue to fight?
|
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I told you to run away.
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I'll sweep you up later.
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No one stands in my way.
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A merely adequate weapon.
|
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See the error of your ways.
|
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Now you'll live to serve me.
|
|
I knew it would end this way.
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Your death will not be in vain.
|
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Now you see how foolish you are.
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I told you, you should have run away.
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Die.
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Go forth.
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Stop them!
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Go, slave!
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Don't resist.
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Know your place!
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|
Here's a surprise!
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Show them who's boss.
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Rise from your grave!
|
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See how weak you are.
|
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Serve your new master!
|
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You can't stop my wish!
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Ms. Fortune
M. Fortune
|
You're grounded.
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Dinner time!
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Headin' home!
|
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Here body, body!
|
|
Here kitty, kitty!
|
|
Feline fury!
|
|
You go, girl!
|
|
Scratch 'n burn!
|
|
Wow, I'm clawsome!
|
|
Purrzerker Furrage!
|
|
Out-of-body experience!
|
|
I'm having a ball!
|
|
A purfect plaything!
|
|
Feeling clawstrophopic?
|
|
Cat-astrophe...
|
|
How unfortunate.
|
|
Sorry, gang...
|
|
Better this way.
|
|
Can't... fail them!
|
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So... close...
|
|
How unfortunate.
|
|
Stupid feather duster!
|
|
But we're... the same...
|
|
Thought you... were different.
|
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No... no!
|
|
I'm on the prowl!
|
|
Curiosity can't kill me!
|
|
Can I have a cheeseburger?
|
|
Time to pull myself together!
|
|
Let's see if you're up to scratch!
|
|
Looks like I found a new scratching post!
|
|
Who let the dog out?
|
|
Does punching you count as beatboxing?
|
|
You're seriously creeping meowt!
|
|
Nice hairball.
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You're a weal pain!
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Let's put an end to this cat-and-mouse game.
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Sufferin' succotash!
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You two seem thick as thieves.
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I think you're looking for a lab...rat.
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Cat-apult!
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FOOOOOOORE!
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All in the wrist!
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No petting!
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My turn nyeow!
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Tough crowd...
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Spinning out of control?
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Bye-bye birdie!
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Catnap time!
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Help meowout!
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I want chicken!
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I need a hand.
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Toil and trouble!
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Purr-incess!
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I want liver!
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Get ready for a surprise...
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Remember, remember, the 5th of Dismember!
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Are you kittin' me?
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Can't hold it together!
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I'm a rescue.
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You can't catch me!
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Heads... will roll.
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Aww... did that hurt?
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Paws-itively delightful!
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Stop pussyfooting around!
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Don't lose your head over this.
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I win, I win, I win I win I win!
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Claws encounter of the furred kind!
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Get out of here, you've just got canned!
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Yo' bosses are next!
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Hair today, gone tomorrow!
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Nyeow's my chance!
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Total eclipse of the heart!
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You're tearing us apaaaart!
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I... uh... dammit! Your name's already a pun!
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You had me in stitches!
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Give her a round of a-paws!
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Claws and effect!
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Try studying someone else!
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Painwheel
|
There's a bigger monster... behind you!
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Die!
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Pain!
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Smash!
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Feel pain!
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Go to hell!
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Must...kill.
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Stay out of my way, old man.
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I'm gonna break you, robot!
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One of Brain Drain's toys to smash!
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Close your head...
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Not you!
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Get away!
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No!
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Must... kiiill!
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Can't... stooop!
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Must stop.
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Get out of my head!
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Stay out of my way!
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You wanted blood. You got it!
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Go away!
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I'm not going back to Lab Zero!
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Parasoul
|
Not now!
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Egrets, get ready!
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Medic!...
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|
Just a common thug.
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What are you?...
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You're... being used.
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Dirty...thieving...
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Impossible.
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Test successful.
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Lousy... traitor.
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You took... an oath.
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Weapons free.
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Egrets, assemble.
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En garde!
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For my kingdom.
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Target confirmed.
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This ends... now.
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After you, Krieg.
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Egrets, dispatch.
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Vigilante justice is unneccessary.
|
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I've got a message for your boss.
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What sort of nightmare is this?
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Back to school, little girl!
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You're under arrest. Come peacefully.
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You poor girl. I never authorized this.
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|
Let's test your abilities.
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Who would make such a thing, and why?
|
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What is it with our country and rogue projects?!
|
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I have no time for the arts.
|
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I'll show you how we deal with traitors.
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|
Egrets, roll out!
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|
Black Egrets... charge!
|
|
One million troops! (Sigh) Budget cuts...
|
|
Begone!
|
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Get out.
|
|
Cheap shot...
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I won't fail!
|
|
Don't get cocky.
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It's too much...
|
|
I was careless...
|
|
Not... possible...
|
|
Take the shot.
|
|
Ready, Number 13.
|
|
We're up, Krieg.
|
|
It's about time.
|
|
Egrets, get ready!
|
|
A tactical retreat.
|
|
Withdraw!
|
|
Come, demon!
|
|
Front and centre!
|
|
This doesn't make us friends.
|
|
Immobilise.
|
|
Good work, men.
|
|
Threat neutralized!
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|
You pose no threat.
|
|
Egrets, stand down.
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|
A decisive victory.
|
|
You've fought well.
|
|
You've wasted my time!
|
|
Your boss won't be so merciful.
|
|
Threat neutralised.
|
|
Objective complete.
|
|
Call the canine squad.
|
|
I'm sorry...
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|
Nobody deserves this.
|
|
A pathetic imposter...
|
|
Back to the drawing board!
|
|
Your side projects have gone on for too long, Brain Drain!
|
|
Let's see if Roxie can get any information out of this thing.
|
|
What a tragedy.
|
|
Winners don't use drugs!
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|
|
|
Peacock
|
Eyes... of Argus!
|
|
Garbage Day!
|
|
Reach for the sky!
|
|
Flip the bird!
|
|
My leetle friend!
|
|
Soitenly!
|
|
LIKE THIIIIS!
|
|
No!...
|
|
Et-tu brute...
|
|
You disgust me.
|
|
I smell bread...
|
|
Andy was right.
|
|
I hate repeats!...
|
|
I hate re-runs!...
|
|
How could ya?!...
|
|
Time for the big sleep.
|
|
My spleen!
|
|
Talk about cut down.
|
|
I've been pinched...
|
|
So's your old man...
|
|
Silent but violent....
|
|
You're despicable...
|
|
I've been flatlined...
|
|
Bombs away!
|
|
Here, catch!
|
|
All together now!
|
|
The gang's all here!
|
|
Laces out!
|
|
Good grief!
|
|
You're still not scared?
|
|
Why ya so bad at vidya games?
|
|
Bet'cha feel all lonely, don'cha?
|
|
Fall down... go boom!
|
|
Here comes trouble!
|
|
Time to paint the town red!
|
|
Of course you realize this means war!
|
|
I'll gladly pay you Tuesday for a knuckle sandwich today.
|
|
Hey, sign this! Make it out to Andy!
|
|
I heard of "armed and dangerous", but this is ridiculous!
|
|
Maybe she's born with it.
|
|
Don't think I'll go easy on ya.
|
|
A puddy-tat!
|
|
It's the fuzz!
|
|
Ol' Braino's got some weird hobbies.
|
|
Hellooo nurse!
|
|
Spike!
|
|
'Board' to death!
|
|
Coconut!
|
|
With whipped cream!
|
|
Bye-dee-bye!
|
|
Yer outta here!
|
|
Swing, batta'-batta'!
|
|
Scram!
|
|
Beat it!
|
|
Owiee...
|
|
Shenanigans!
|
|
Oh yeah?!...
|
|
Wise guy, eh?
|
|
Why I oughta...
|
|
Hats off to ya!
|
|
Stick em up!
|
|
Say your pwayers!
|
|
Avast!
|
|
Yo-ho-ho!
|
|
Heads up!
|
|
Look out below!
|
|
My turn!
|
|
Move over, dingbat!
|
|
This ain't Albuquerque!
|
|
Watch those hands, grabby!
|
|
Now that's a cat call!
|
|
And into the fire!
|
|
No time to chat!
|
|
Follow the meat wagon!
|
|
Toodles!
|
|
Hellooooo, my baby!
|
|
Hey, knuckles!
|
|
Ewwwwwhhhhh...
|
|
Filia!
|
|
Hey hairbrain!
|
|
Furball!
|
|
Needles!
|
|
Round 'em up!
|
|
Make 'em sing!
|
|
Turn and cough!
|
|
Bada Boom!
|
|
Open, says me!
|
|
Hocus-poke-you!
|
|
Still got it!
|
|
What a maroon!
|
|
That'll teach you to scram!
|
|
Either you're dead or my watch has stopped.
|
|
I never forget a face, but for you, I'll make an exception.
|
|
Now you sound like a broken record!
|
|
Never wanna see ya again... ya palooka.
|
|
Shows over... friend.
|
|
What a cat-astrophe!
|
|
Just like training!
|
|
Geez, what a pushover!
|
|
Poor show for such a ritzy dame.
|
|
|
|
Robo-Fortune
|
Denied.
|
|
Cannon-ical form.
|
|
Fire the breaker.
|
|
Combinatoric explosion.
|
|
Zoom.
|
|
No!
|
|
Yay.
|
|
Ahhh.
|
|
Death.
|
|
Failed.
|
|
Blue screen.
|
|
Sweet release.
|
|
Form the head.
|
|
Purr-urrmanent magnet.
|
|
If these puns don't kill you, I will.
|
|
Priority override. New behaviour dictated.
|
|
ERROR: Cannot engage. Deleting first law...
|
|
I fight for my friends... ERROR: I have no friends.
|
|
I will battle you as many times as it is necessary.
|
|
That is an inefficient use of cat.
|
|
Why can't I die?
|
|
Feline, after all.
|
|
Beep, boop, meow...
|
|
Control-V.
|
|
Switch user.
|
|
Shift insert.
|
|
Power nap.
|
|
Logging off.
|
|
Standby mode.
|
|
Prototype!
|
|
Rogue unit!
|
|
Traitor!
|
|
This was a triumph.
|
|
What am I fighting for?
|
|
I am not sure if you noticed, but I am a robot.
|
|
Therapy session complete.
|
|
Zombie apocalypse canceled... proceeding with robot apocalypse.
|
|
You are nothing but a script kitty to me.
|
|
Do not send a cyborg to do a robot's job.
|
|
Broken.
|
|
Not found.
|
|
|
|
Squigly
|
Drake fang!
|
|
A sudden end!
|
|
Now!
|
|
Ready?
|
|
Leviathan!
|
|
Would you kindly...?
|
|
Pardon me!
|
|
Watch your feet!
|
|
What goes down, must fall up?
|
|
Time to bury you... six feet over!
|
|
It's not so bad....
|
|
Don't... trust them.
|
|
No no no!
|
|
Bad Leviathan!
|
|
Grand finale!
|
|
There is no escape!
|
|
Not so fast!
|
|
The cycle must be broken!
|
|
It's good to be out.
|
|
I apologise in advance.
|
|
Aria da Capo?
|
|
It's... nothing personal...
|
|
I've seen you before.
|
|
Let's finish this miscreant.
|
|
It seems we both refuse to die!
|
|
You won't get away this time, monster.
|
|
Are stitches trendy now?
|
|
I remember her being shorter.
|
|
Today's cartoons are so real.
|
|
Have a seat!
|
|
Mother!
|
|
That won't do!
|
|
Can't do this...!
|
|
We are bound!
|
|
Get over here!
|
|
We've got this!
|
|
We have returned!
|
|
See you soon!
|
|
Take the stage!
|
|
Hit 'em hard!
|
|
Princess!
|
|
Hallowed ground!
|
|
We did it!
|
|
Our heyday isn't over!
|
|
I'm sorry it had to come to this.
|
|
Who's a good widdle dragon monster? Oh yes you are! Yes you are!
|
|
Don't waste that talent.
|
|
You should be making people smile.
|
|
We will defeat you every time.
|
|
No hard feelings, I hope.
|
|
It's better this way.
|
|
Guess this is goodbye...
|
|
And this is why we must stay civil.
|
|
This is not discipline, but devotion.
|
|
Your flattery needs work.
|
|
How?
|
|
What?
|
|
|
|
Valentine
|
Body bash!
|
|
I'll cut you down....
|
|
Just a nip and tuck job.
|
|
Time to operate!
|
|
Dodge this!
|
|
Deadly sharp!
|
|
Bandage this!
|
|
Making the incision!
|
|
Did you miss me?
|
|
Don't make me laugh!
|
|
Tell me where it hurts....
|
|
This can't be happening!
|
|
Got... sloppy...
|
|
Saw... right... through me.
|
|
Atta girl.
|
|
Damn you, Brain Drain!...
|
|
This isn't over!...
|
|
Well done, Avian.
|
|
You got... lucky...
|
|
Major surgery!
|
|
Clear!
|
|
Damn!
|
|
Enough!
|
|
I've seen worse.
|
|
Ripsaw!
|
|
Let's wrap this up!
|
|
Time for alternative medicine!
|
|
Time for your physical!
|
|
This may sting... a bit.
|
|
I'll cut you down to size.
|
|
Sorry, I'm all out of lollipops.
|
|
Tsk tsk... looks like we'll have to operate.
|
|
...side effects include nausea, headaches, and DEATH!
|
|
Are you all natural, or used to needles?
|
|
The head bone's connected to the arm bones...for now.
|
|
I knew it would come to this.
|
|
I guess I made you... obsolete.
|
|
You disgusted me from the start.
|
|
You should have that removed.
|
|
What's holding you together?
|
|
You had better NOT disappoint me.
|
|
Let's see if you've learned any of what I've taught you.
|
|
I'm done taking orders from you.
|
|
You're the best Avian's got? Ha!
|
|
Brain Drain, I have enough to deal with right now!
|
|
You don't smell so fresh...
|
|
Looks like you've got worms.
|
|
Cross cut!
|
|
Going down?
|
|
Triage!
|
|
Don't go too far!
|
|
Back to the waiting room!
|
|
Only the best.
|
|
Let's take a look.
|
|
Is the patient prepped?
|
|
Uninsured?
|
|
Having trouble?
|
|
Next time!
|
|
This isn't over!
|
|
You'll regret this!
|
|
Break them!
|
|
Prepare for trouble!
|
|
Chew them out!
|
|
Rip them up!
|
|
Don't fail me.
|
|
What's in it for me?
|
|
Your turn, highness.
|
|
Show me your best!
|
|
Doctor's orders.
|
|
You're mine!
|
|
Time to apply pressure!
|
|
Next time...
|
|
Another day...
|
|
Ready for your shots?
|
|
Let's up the dose.
|
|
This might pinch.
|
|
Too hot to handle.
|
|
Lost the will to live?
|
|
Everyone has a weakness.
|
|
I'd get a second opinion.
|
|
Stone cold... and red hot!
|
|
Now we're ready to operate!
|
|
The doctor will see you now.
|
|
So easy to replace.
|
|
You're just a mess to mop up.
|
|
Poor little girl.
|
|
Better run on home!
|
|
The heart... is MINE!
|
|
Now, how do I cut it out of you...
|
|
Now let's see what makes you tick!
|
|
Curiosity and I have something in common.
|
|
Your Majesty!
|
|
They'll never follow you once they see me.
|
|
What a joke.
|
|
I guess you're not so deadly after all.
|
|
Brain Drain, you'll have to do better than that!
|
|
Just another DOA.
|
|
Someone rebury this one.
|
|
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