There is a mall, down the street. Here's some shirts, a cooler, and keys to a smart car. GO FORTH AND PLUNDER not really.
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Sir, I gave out about 509 shirts, one I got back burnt, so I had to shank a beeotch.
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How many times did you stab?
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One for every shirt I handed out. This is what's left of him *holds up a scalp* the rest may or may not be ashes in hell...
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Good Job! Heres some scotch! *passes bottle*
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*chugs whole bottle* where's biosmiley? *pulls out hammer* he's about to be crushed again.
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I was gonna suflex him straight into Hell, but that works
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Oh no, he's my prey!
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I have no problem throwing you in there with him.
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Yay *creepy grin comes across face*
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*pile drives you through the ground into hell* You may have to wait awhile. Bio tends to run!
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Ugh...fine... Can I get a hell hammer while I'm down here??
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He's down there now! Have fun!
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Thanks!! (I would also love to be a bartender after this)
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Talk to the traveler
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On my way boss!