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Well, Gods strike me down.
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What are you going to do? Damn you.
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You ignorant witch, telling the people lies and stories.
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Maybe you want me to pray to Asclepius,
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who healed wounds with the blood of Gorgons,
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or Aphrodite or Artemis or any other of this rubbish!
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How awful! Out of the way, you hideous old witch.
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That's the kind of rubbish that you made!
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I will not be destroyed on this level!
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I'm with God already.
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Am I that late?
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No, this wasn't a treatment. It was just a blood test.