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Hey, Oscar, have you seen my... Oscar? Where'd you go? Oscar! Hang on, Oscar! We'll save you! Uh, we can save him, right?
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The only interest I've got in playin' with that little dog-hatin' punk is to bury him in the backyard. Ooh, actually, that's a great idea. Note to self. Dig big holes, cover with twigs and leaves.
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Release your energy release it to me the powers of the star crystal are all mine
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You have to stay here, Emilia. I promise, I'll be back for you as soon as I can. You have to be strong for mom, and your baby brother, okay?
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I know you don't really live in that big mansion, Olivia. I dropped by YOUR place when you were home sick last week to bring you pretzels and candy, and the lady who entered the door said she had never heard of you! And then security escorted me away for... throwing love Skittles at your window.
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Come on, Marcos. My cat's coughed up more effective air balls than this intel. Your team's gotta give me something to work with, or there will be collateral damage!
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Oh, I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I can't let you out. Besides, once I've finished with my big plan, it won't matter anymore! HE HE HE HE HE HE HE HE! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
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Yeah, I know I don't need the beard disguise anymore, Grayson, but I'm keeping it on. It helps me think.
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Ah, ah, ah, ah. It's called the Waste Disposal Center, Malcolm. Please don't call it The Dump. The Dump people get very offended. By the way, where was your last techni-shot?
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That's when I saw the one-eyed monster coming straight for me, his mouth wide open! Next thing I knew, I woke up on the beach next to my broken board. I looked into that monster's eye. I saw his soul. And it... was... mean.
