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Two brothers decide to have a videogame contest, and keep arguing about the winner...
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| Thou artless base-court baggage, I have beaten you! | |
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| Thou bawdy bat-fowling bladder, I request a rematch! | |
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| Thou frothy dread-bowling harpy, I deny! | |
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| Thou jarring fool-born gudgeon, I call you chicken! | |
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And it seems as if this argument is an endless and unresolvable conflict. The End.
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| Thou paunchy half-faced lout, no way Jose! | |
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| Thou mewling ill-breeding lewdster, you are a chicken!!! | |
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