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Lynch (Embracing Kitty on the sofa, chants deeply.) Dona nobis pacem.
By Hades, I will not have any client of mine gagged and badgered in this fashion by a pack of curs and laughing hyenas.
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Bloom (Screams.) O, it's hell itself!
The tables are turned, my gay young fellow!
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