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Machine... I will cut you down, break you apart, splay the gore of your profane form across the STARS! I will grind you down until the very SPARKS CRY FOR MERCY! My hands shall RELISH ENDING YOU... HERE! AND! NOW!
Twice!? Beaten by an object... Twice! I've only known the taste of victory, but this taste... Is- Is this my blood? Haha- I've never known such... Such... relief..? I- I need some time to think... We will meet again, machine. May your woes be many... and your days few.
BEHOLD! THE POWER OF AN ANGEL!
What? How can this be? Bested by this... this thing? You insignificant ♥♥♥♥! THIS IS NOT OVER! May your woes be many, and your days few!
Machine, I know you're here. I can smell the insolent stench of your bloodstained hands. I await you down below. Come to me.