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Horror: He already has one. Lusty.
Lust: And his is idiot. Because he's my idiot.
Horror: Heh, cutie. *kisses Lusts skull*
Dream: um... Inky...
Ink: My hope....
Error: ...Berry....
Blue: Erry...
Dust: Kills
Killer: Dusty.
Cross: Nighty...
Nightmare: ...Mine.
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