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| Prosthetic Head, Episode Eight: Bishop Moon Ousts a Stranger |
| End. Man, that sucked. |
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| Hola. Soy una puta. |
| Uh... yeah... what's your name? |
| Mi nombre es Puta. |
| Um... okay... so, where ya from? |
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| Soy del Infierno. |
| Wow!... "Infierno", eh?... What'd you do there? |
| Soy el Desova de Satan. |
| God dammit, do you speak ANY English? |
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| No. |
| Oh, I get it... you're some kind of wise ass, eh? Don't piss me off... |
| Soy es completamente grave! |
| Bitch, you are getting on my nerves! |
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| Usted no me escucha! |
| You have about five seconds to learn English before I kill you! |
| Por favor no me mate! |
| Dirty mexican lamer... |
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| I BLOW YOU UP FOR FUN AND PROFIT!! |
| NO ME GUSTA! NO ME GUSTA! |
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| "And so, thanks to the quick thinking of Bishop Moon, the dirty mexican lamer was defeated before her army of dreaded Burrito Men could be unleashed upon the world. Of course, the bastard had to steal my best line to do it, but oh well. I'll forgive him... this time." |