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No, no, no, no. There must be some mistake.
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Everything's under control here.
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Get away from me, you oik from hell.
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That's Cyril. He's not one of mine.
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- I'm not finished with you yet. - He's their cousin.
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- Come back here, you parasitic poshie! - And that's Norman.
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Get your filthy hands off me.
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He is mine. They've just met.
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Horrible, horrible.
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They're getting to know each other through play.
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Kill the townies and eat their heads!
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Oh, it's the war.