Ex-reign of Terror


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 * CICCIO! GUIDO! My hair pomade -- prest-- Oh.
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 * Rrrgh... Ever since those two decided to become horrible betrayers who do not do everything I say, my life has become so HARD!
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 * Can a universally beloved person such as myself be expected to dry his own sweaters? To wax his own scooter?
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 * ... No. The answer is "no." (Per mille sardine, why doesn't anyone know those questions are rhetorical?!)
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 * ... No. The answer is "no." (Per mille sardine, why doesn't anyone know those questions are rhetorical?!)
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Level 2 "Pout"
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 * Send Ercole to bemoan his situation.
 * 4h
 * 5, 50
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 * HEY, EVERYONE! Who wants to watch me eat this big sandwich?! Look, I am even carrying it myself!
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 * ... No one? But look -- it is TOO a big sandwich! Big with FLAVOR! You see this here? This is AUTHENTIC Parma salami! FROM PARMA!
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 * Ah, why do I bother... I should have known no one in this town has good taste. How could they, when they stopped worshiping me?
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 * ... That question is ALSO rhetorical.
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 * ... That question is ALSO rhetorical.
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