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Real Dwarf
Of course he was, Mr. Langin.
Was he poking around in your dreams, trying to take your Jello again?
Yeah, yeah, we're just waiting for your insurance to clear.
That man's preaching a dead gospel. The thing about our new product is, is it's gonna sell itself!
I suppose Father Martin wanted you to spread the word. Am I right, or am I right?
I'm not giving up on you.