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Moonman: "No, not this time. I don't want to hurt you. I don't want either of us to end up killing the other. But we're running out of alternatives. Perhaps it all hinges on tonight. I don't know what it was that bent your life out of shape, but maybe I've been there, too. Maybe we could work together. I could rehabilitate you. You don't need to be alone. We don't have to kill each other. Let me help you."
Cinnamom: "I'm sorry, but no. No, it's far too late for that."
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
Cinnamom: "You know, it's funny. This reminds me of a joke."