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Take care Homelander!
But here’s the truth, champ: Butcher dies choking on his own blood, still thinking he had a chance. And you? You die believing in losers. That’s the punchline. That’s the joke. You’re not laughing with power, you’re laughing from under its boot.
Good riddance? No. When I’m done, they won’t remember Butcher… and they sure as hell won’t remember you. You’ll vanish like the rest. And the only name the world whispers in fear, in awe, in prayer... is mine.
"AHAHAHA? No, no... that's my line."