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private :: dog;
Dog, still got defter hands than common sense?
Serves you.
There's a gift, if you use them. You want that, don't you? A gift.
You can rub your muzzle on it til it's raw.
private :: goons;
Now, gentlemen, I know some of you never engaged in the kinder reality of a woman's breast.
Survive the revelation: your bodies are not a temple.
I have few qualms about mutilating them.
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You.
Like that, don't you, Candy-boy? Bit of a threat with your milk? Bottoms up, boy. You tell that Theodore he raised a cheap hooker: all mouth, no proper action.
The natives are prized ants, gentlemen: you mess with them, you ruin their living, but you don't step on them unless there's enough paper from the Order saying you can do that and go on your way.
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Hooooo ~ ? You. This isn't a Bookman convention. You mouth off about Exorcists and akuma too badly, you lose us any chance of espionage that hand to something with rust. Know what comes off that, don't you, boy? Tetanus ring any bells? Plenty?
You can't write without hands.
But, boyo thinks, I can give dictation.
I'll cut off your damn tongue.
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You.
Stop rambling, man. And fetch me something for my head.
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You.
...no, you're a lost cause.
A man surrounded by so many beautiful women has no business being cheap. Life's been very kind to him.
Well, keeping a harem takes trial and error. Here's your first lesson. Don't mess it up.
...if I run out of cigarettes, things might get complicated.
filtered from all contacted exorcists + the noah duo
Now, suppose I were to say I shan't go through their pockets. And suppose you believed me.
Tell me where we're keeping our dead.
filtered: randy-girl
My dear, let's you and I have a word about your innocence. Both of them.
Bless your pretty neck, Lotto, if it's your Innocence keeping us here, I'm still twisting it like a chicken's.