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 | | At first, he thought nothing of it as he glanced at the sign, but then when he realized who Governor Threepwood was, he got a great idea. |
 | | But then, that horrible voice, that terrible voice, that voice of whom Duncan had beat into the inner depths of his mind, the voice of the man who had ruined his life, spoke. |
 | | That phrase is dead, just like you!" He tossed Guybrush into the creek and walked away, leaving him for dead. |
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