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Are you going to die soon?
How about a loan?
Have you been a clumsy fucker at work?
You need a loan though, don't you?
Because you're going to die soon.
And you've had an accident that wasn't your fault, haven't you?
Who'll pay for your funeral?
How about that loan you clumsy fucker?
Get it before you die, which will happen soon, remember?
You might have another one of those accidents you see.
And there'll be a funeral to pay for.
So borrow some money off us.
Now.
Don't worry about the interest.
You'll be dead soon, don't forget.
Actually, scrap ALL this.
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With that loan money we gave you.
Because you might die soon.

Remember?

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