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*Lambchop shut the door to you's face, but you insisted to follow him. They followed him to his secret room behind his workshop. The place was covered in blood and flesh, only a dim lightbulb on the ceiling to provide light source. And Lambchop was standing behind a counter, hand holding a big knife and he was chopping on a piece of meat.*
I should've eaten the bitch myself, maybe then we wouldn't be having this problem.
...Heh, yeah. I'd like to see you try fixing that.
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