Randal:
So you *want* the local?
Dante:
Who am I, the Marquis DeSade? YES, I want the local!
Randal:
Alright...
Dante:
What'd you say it like that for?
Randal:
Eh, it's just a local that knocks you out and while you're out he diddles your peenie.
Dante:
Oh come on!
Randal:
Hey men, *you* made the deal!
Dante:
To trade my foot for the flying car, not to be tortured and molested by some insane German scientist!
Randal:
And his friends.
Dante:
What?
Randal:
Just when he's done with you, he gives his friends a shot at you too.
Dante:
Deal's off!
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