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"Um, it was writ to the Dark Prince of Monster Land. He won't leave me alone. He stalks me day and night. Wants to marry me so he can do terrible things to me, and then eat me up crap me out."
"Excrete you out, dear. Don't be crude."
"Excrete me out, sorry."
"Why would he want to do that?"
"When he eats things and excretes them, they become soulless, yet adorable monsters. He likes to hug them."
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