Lab. Scalpel. Where are my patients? My eyes and entrails and formaline. Gone. Gone. Mother, of more worth in death than you were alive - sisters. Where are your jars.
.......CASSIAN. You have not yet suffered my dismissal, nor had you asked to take your leave from my presence. You'll surely have an explanation for this anomaly
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I've not the proper hollowed-skull for such ceremonies as of yet, see - exorcism's a bitch without the proper equipment.
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Wave a pretty bit of coin, and the harlots would be the first to make their offers.
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