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“Cute. I think I would prefer to be stabbed in the eye rather than be called cut…”

“So. You refuse my money, you serve me thirty-year-old Highland Park scotch, and…”

“I hit him on the back of the neck. He submerged. Help. I've drowned the Beast L…”

“Behind him Kaldar nudged Urow's youngest son. "Bet you he lasts at least thirty…”