...Now, every time he could think about killing, all the memories would flood back. He lusted for the power he had over life. It made his seem almost bearable. Now as the couple sat there macking at each other, all he could think about was that blood-lust that was intoxicating his mind...
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Mortimer Brewster: No, no. I'm not a Brewster. I'm the son of a sea-cook! Ha! Ha! Chaaaaarrrge!
Cab Driver: And I'm not a cab driver, I'm a coffee pot!
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