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Oh, I don't know. He shot me, watched me die, and claims it felt rather good. He might just have potential.
(A few seconds later) They did. Frequently, in fact. They also are living quite comfortably in a small flat in a charming area just outside London. And if asked, they tell everyone that their poor son died some years ago in a rather freak accident, but given his abnormalities it was for the best, really.
(A few seconds after that) And I am hardly amused by this ridiculous urge to state these things. This place is starting to become quite irksome.