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Brando' finnaly got around to selling his soul.
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| Contacts, haircut, dyejob. Lost some wieght too, Hot-Damn! Im one sexy bitch! | |
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| And for this your sould will be MINE! Bla-hahahahaha! | |
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The task, the 'rub', as it were.
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| No prob bud, I gave you those psychic powers of doom you wanted too... | |
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| Bad Cthulu squirrell! I feed you to my cat now! | |
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