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Oh shit, he's got us reeling!

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Aha... fucked it? What did we say?

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What's one more? We can take them.

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He's crying, the massive perv, we know he is. Lucky for him he's also in death pain. Cloaking the tears.

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The beetle! The beetle!!

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The beetle! The cömrade beetle!!

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Who cares! Two down! Shoulder to wheel, gäng!

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This is enough. We can tank the rest.

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Don't listen to him! We're real, Herschen!

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Chain gäng's gone fugitive.

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Sick. We wants, yeah?

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A big gäng where no one's your friends, and there's always more palms to grease.

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Better choose right, that Eszti bitch is discerning as fuck.

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Who deserves to have the dummy as part of their gäng?

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Tortured in the back of a pet shop. Fucking hell.

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Collecting cups, collecting friends, it all works in your favour.

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Controller's here! Gäng, scätter!

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It's not us that's obscene, it's the age. We're just fitting in.

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'Noscorrentes Review' -- the secret jail's location, bright and shiny. That's why the old spy wanted us to fetch it.

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If the world would deny us even these small pleasures, then we should deny the world its ill-gotten cash.

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She's got pens to spare -- we don't. Let's nick it.

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Our faceless mistress with the wrought iron soul.

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What else are they hiding from us?!

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Does that make us the last of a once-proud hybrid race?

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Yeah, she did it to us in the basement!

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Massive. We want it big enough to drop something with hooves.

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They were just blowing off steam. Bit of a brawl never hurt anyone!

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Our sleeping brother.

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A hundred strong. If only they could move as öne.

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Those pop-head teenagers wanted glitter? Give them tabloid grime. Heartbreak on private jets. Tonguing a dictator and suing your label on the same day. Put on the fur, smile never -- watch them kneel.

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This is it -- our comeback tour coat. Post-scandal. Post-overdose. Post-prison. Portofiro 96, baby. Half the crowd dies, the other half name their kids after you.

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Zoe the zapper. We know your name now, bitch.

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We're not seriously going to give a kid an actual gun, are we? Not cool, sis.

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We're really gonna grass up HOLOCENE to the bosses? Narc behaviour. Disappointed in us.

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Narc Central! And for what? Bitch isn't even thankful.

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We can never look him in the face again. First of the gäng to narc.

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Last resort? Fuck that. We are the first and last resort!

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Unless we don't call him. You've already got us, you don't need him too.

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Why didn't we think of that?

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A fraction of the gang reunites! Not all is lost.

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A moment of silence -- Eszti has found new gäng.

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Now he thinks we narc hard! Soon the entire Campaign will know!

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Shit, should we have been doing that? A gäng uniform?

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Then they'll see... they'll all see how cool we really are...

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They're going to think you're a phoney. A fraud. A poseur!

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Its condition is pristine, as though it were pressed yesterday -- for us, and us alone.

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We're not trading gäng for loot!

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Cutting straight to our heart.