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I won't even ask to get paid, Star-Lord!
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On your left!
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On your right!
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I'll invoice the White House for this.
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Let's go grindhouse!
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My turn, I don't trust AI!
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It's time to go to hell!
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Deadpool also smash!
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Leave the billionaire alone!
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Time for smaller sword representation... but not too small...
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See my katana? I'm such a weeb!
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Ooh! You wanted a super serious duel, huh? Grounded footsies and all that? Well too bad, this ain't your showdown, samurai!
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Go home and be a family man. A 1940s family man.
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Wait a minute... This is an ArcSys game and they didn't give you Carnage Scissors? Aah! Blue blazes, I'll have a word with the devs!
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Ooh, that's a cool car you got there! Can we use it for the bonus stage?
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A certain someone called, he wants his Dragooon Instaaaaaaaall back! He wants his Dragon Install back.
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Welcome to die, master of magnet!
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C'mon, aren't you gonna use a continue? The machine's gonna blow in like 10 seconds if you don't put a coin in!
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Ooh, that adamantium is losing its luster, Logan! Y'know, you should think about changing your name to, hm... "Bonerine"!
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The god of battle, losing in a fighting game? Now, you're the champion of... what, exactly?
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Oh, the inhumanity! Get it? Get it? Ahaha! Are you still an Inhuman? I should check your wiki.
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