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..You little half-pint.
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Do you have any idea what this little half-pint has been through?
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Do you just know how many of my comrades I have lost?
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The things I have seen from a dark dungeon,
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where my kind and I were locked up
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only to languish in the smallest of cells,
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while wondering if we were to end up on a skewer?
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Or perhaps a burgundy sauce?
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Man kind treats us like...animals!
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Well, that certainly was clear as mud.
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And that's why we have to do something!
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We have to free up the water now!