Trickster
Don't trick me.
That's not nice.
Next time you do, I'll be sure to destroy you!
When I come back I won't be happy.
I'll beat you to a pulp and leave you to die.
I won't lose.
I'll destroy you.
Just wait next year.
When I come back to haunt you.
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