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Now let's leave.
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Listen, mister. This boy doesn't belong to you.
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He belongs to the night.
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Oh, yeah, mini-Miyagi?
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When I met this fool, he was all teeth, breathed through
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his mouth, and his enema game was inconsistent at best.
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I made him! So, are you coming or what?
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You know something, bro? I think I finally found me.
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And guess what? It's a wonderful thing.
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Goodbye, Chozen.
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Huzzah, general. To the victor go the spoils.
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How about you turn our threesome into a fourgy?