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Are you ready to play?
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It's only a game to me...
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Another victim, caught in my thread.
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What?!
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... nice dress
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This has to be an effect of this world.
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This will be interesting.
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Haven't fought too many androids...
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You're a guest in this world too, aren't you?
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A sad imitation of a human being...
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You and your friends have caused quite a bit of trouble.
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I might take that umbrella when we're done.
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Lovely dress! Shame to fill it with blood, and holes.
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What a coincidence... my name 'is' Doll.
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Surrender? Ha!
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You're fists will be my pin cushion.
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How would you like me to sow your fingers down?!
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Oh, am I?
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What the...
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Well, this will be interesting.
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Looking for an opening, hehe!
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Disturbing... I wonder if you know what that word REALLY means.
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I'll have you know I *make these clothes.
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Look, I'm not here to have a fashion show!
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You make bold remarks for someone wearing... that.
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...
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Um...
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How do I fight this?
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You think you're just a wallflower?
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So... you're the one responsible for all this?
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It's truly something, when an assassin calls you a monster.
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I've heard your an assassin?
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How'd you like to BE a skeleton?!
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You're armor won't stop these needles.
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Sown... shut
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How boring...
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Your thread is severed.
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What does this mean?
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You're no match, impostor.
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That was different.
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You're wire... is cut.
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Can't handle so much being thrown at you?
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Your thread is severed.
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Now to sow those lips shut!
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You're much too loud for me.
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Now, you'll know darkness.
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Haha ha! Thanks for playing!
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All that jumping around didn't pan out for you.
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NOW, will you hold still?
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I'm not interested in your job offer.
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Dancing is fun... maybe we could fight some time?
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Now, is it dead?
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Well, that was an experience.
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I have just defeated... signage.
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Reap what you've sown
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I thought I'd seen heartless.. but you!
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So many holes, you can feed your own flowers!
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Biological dolls. How... strange.
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How could something like you even exist?
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You wouldn't have lived much longer anyways.
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How annoying
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How could something like you even exist?
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Ugh... I thought I'd never hear the end of it.
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Your killing days are over.
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Another assassin... eliminated
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Soon you'll match your armor, hmhm.
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Hehehe, That was fun!
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Was it painful, Darling?
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Come on, can't you play some more?
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What am I doing?
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I know you're not done yet.
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I don't know how to feel about this.
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I don't need your mercy.
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You're fun! But I'm done playing with you.
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Seems you weren't programmed for melee combat.
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Aren't we annoying?
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Who's a "moron" now?
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Maybe I'll sow that fist into your mouth?
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We can go on all night
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It's your turn to scream, my dear.
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I don't know what you are, but you're no match for me.
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Good to know you recognize danger!
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I'm gonna have to sow those limbs together.
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Assassins aren't intimidated by your flashy moves.
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Is it dead?
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Where did that gun come from?
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This place is full of strange combatants.
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We're not done playing.
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My needle shall pierce the petals.
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You're "flowers" wouldn't make good accessories...
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... it's only a name.
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It's just business, Darling.
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Forgive me, but I'm on a mission.
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Why were you built?
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... please. Shut. Up!
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I hope whoever made you is already dead.
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It's just business, Darling.
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I don't get along with other assassins.
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Killing is 'my' business. And I'm closing up shop.
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