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(Glort!) |
I can't hold
him forever!
Hurry it up, asscake! |
Remain calm!
The reunification
is at hand! |
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Hark! Lord Lloyd!
We hath found your
body -- uh, again! Soon, you will
awaken from your icy slumber! |
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I do feel
it necessary to
restate our stance about not
laying ye smack down upon
us when thou hath returned. |
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Because, well --
since yon body hath made it
quite obvious it is incredibly agile and
ridiculously elusive, we cannot afford to
wait until yon frosty prison melts. |
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Hark ! Load
him up and prepare to fire ! |
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Och! This would be a lot
easier
if I weren't incredibly shitfaced! |
Albert, my
good Scotsman. I do not question
yon impressive alcohol consumption skill, nor ability
to perform such tasks as firing yon catapult after downing
the number of steins I noticed ye pound this morning.
However, I must beg of ye: do not screw us on this
one. |
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here's
a reason I don't update this stuff right before bed. I usually
wind up thinking a lot harder than I'm originally expecting, and my
sleep-time starts plummeting.