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Rotob:
GODDAMN SEAL! Someone fetch me a beer! My challenges are awesome, yours just end careers!
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The only thing worse than your looks is that smell.
You better leave now, cause you takin' the L.
You just sit around and cry, you're worse than Encanto's Mirabelle.
Rotob:
To ladies, you're unrequired. Your boss wishes you retired, 'cause those "bars" of yours misfired. You just can't endure my ire.
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You're less original than an object show. Your ass is grass like a Treectrko.