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[[Nega-Nick suddenly bursts into an uncontrollable coughing fit.]]
Nega-Nick: Cough, hack, wheeze...
Pandemonium: My, my, your former eminence. You don't look well. Are we feeling a little green around the gills?

Nega-Nick: %#@$ you. (Cough) Now go away.
Pandemonium: Is that any way to speak to an old friend? I'm concerned about your health. I'm here to help.

Nega-Nick: Like I said before, bull$#!%. All you care about is whether your former puppet can pull of one last job before he croaks. News flash: I don't work for you anymore.

Pandemonium: I never considered you my subordinate. I thought we were friends, working toward a common goal.
Nega-Nick: Like %#&&, which is where you can go, 'cause we're through here.