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Not to far from the protest rally, hidden in the trees...
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| Damn! They hath uncovered Our royal plan! | |
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| That they have my liege. What dost thou order thy lowly knight to do? | |
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| Our orders are simple. Kill the planted "hippies". | |
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| And what of the boy with the nail in his head and his friend? | |
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| Make sure they don't leave this park alive... | |
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| Thy orders my will unto death m'Lord. | |
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