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~Saint Patrik is standing in the corridor, hands behind his back. His usually loose hair is now in a tight ponytail, his unkempt beard has been perfectly groomed. He wears a flawlessly tailored black suit, a white shirt and a thin black tie. The superior smile is still there - this man obviously can't be trusted~
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Saint Patrik: "Sharkman, we are to meet at the grandest stage of them all, St. Patrick's Day Massacre, for a chance to fight for Honor and Truth. Instead of focusing on what's at hand, you have many words to offer...But nothing of real substance. You say you're going to bite me, have me for dinner, and deliver my soul to your...false prophet."
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~Saint Patrik straightens his face, suddenly serious~
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Saint Patrik: "My soul is already spoken for, by someone infinitely mightier than the one you have bowed down for. My soul belongs to this..."
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~He holds up a copy of The Holy Bible, tapping his manicured fingers on it. He opens it slowly and carefully~
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Saint Patrik: "I have marked a short passage for you, Sharkman: 'And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger, those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Lord... when I lay The Sign of the Cross upon thee!"
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~Saint Patrik solemnly closes the Good Book. His voice is low and calm~
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Saint Patrik: "And I won't even touch upon Jonah and the Whale."
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~He suddenly smiles again, the gleam in his eye piercing the camera lense~
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Saint Patrik: "Do you know what to use as a protection against sharks? Yes, that's right. A cage..."
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~Fade to black~
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