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Holy shit.
What the hell
happened to you? |
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I hath been
thwarted! |
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Well, no shit. |
It hath been a
fierce battle! |
Yon cripes! That doth be a
stinking
loaf I just pinched! |
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Balboli! C'mere
and check this
shit out, man. |
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Nay, doth not go
behind that tree
over yonder. |
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So, there was an
actual swordfight? |
Aye! And you, my
fearsome footmen, were of no use to
me! Blasphemers! |
I knew I was
supposed to do
something! |
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Whoops.
Was that today? |
It doth be almost
four months ago! |
I barely recall
what transpired last night! |
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I was hoping
you'd say that. |
Wot? |
I am, however, quite interested
in hearing why
I woke up hunched over
the ass-end of yon steed! |
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