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Fwohohohoho. I won't lose to you young'uns.
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Fwohoho. Maybe I hustled a little too much?
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You're too flimsy in the waist, that's why you lost! Come now... Straighten up, like this!
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Young'uns like you... You need to open your eyes to the reality of the world.
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Little girls need to be a little more humble. My wife would be a good woman if she just didn't talk.
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That armor of yours... Don't tell me you're...
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That just seemed... So painful, somehow.
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Oh, blood-drenched hero. At least let me be the one to free you from your pitiful fate.
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Oho! Is that the "Coyote Hunter?" You got some good taste, kid.
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My wife's slap hurts a lot more than that punch of yours.
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He fought valiantly, just like you. Fwohoho!
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Even though you've been reduced to a stick... You're still as shrewd as ever.
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Your looks, and your strong determination... You must get that from your mother. Fwohoho.
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You can't fight that hot temper, eh? It must run in the family. Fwohoho.
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You fight as well as ever, Watson. Fwohohoho.
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