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| Oh god. Is that leather couch made out of human skin? I think I'm gonna throw up. | |
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| But of course! You need to freshen up before dinner. I'll have Raoul lead you to your room. I have to attend to some matters on the.. forbidden floor. | |
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| Good lord! | |
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| Greetingth thir. I am the mutler, Raoul. Berhabth I can interetht you in a meverage? Meer? Thpirith? Lebonade?Manana Thmoothie?? | |
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| -whimper- | |
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| Gery well. Bleathe follow me to your roob. | |
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