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| B: You wouldn't get rid of yourself, would you Mr. White? I guess you think you were born better than me, don't you?!... Sometimes I think you are, Mr. White, and I just don't know what to do about it. If you're better than me, and that's just the way it is, then why don't you understand when I try to ruin things for you? If I can't be the best, then no one gets to be the best! *produces the image of a sword* En garde! |
