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Oy, Hondshew. How was she?
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Nah. Not my type.
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I know your type.
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Lord Beowulf, what are you doing?
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The creature has no sword, no armor.
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And I have no weapon capable of slaying a monster.
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We shall fight as equals.
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And fate
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shall decide.
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Good. Tie it off with more chain.
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Enough frican' about!
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You're mad, you know that?