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"Sorry, runt. We've come to a parting of the waves. There's no place in this world for a friendly ghost. Get lost!
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Oh, look what we have here, another frightened little flesh bag. I can see right through your trembling bones. Love the smell of fear in the morning, yes I do. Take a hike if you want, but I'll still be watching that bulbous head of yours.