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Mr. Drakkhen spends a quiet day on IRC..
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| You're a liar! Nobody could have that kind of charisma. Fucking canucks. | |
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| what up with u? i m a pimp! i fucked 4 bitches and i'm only 16! and i'm from canada! woo! ph33r! | |
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Who's afraid of the big bad nuke? Not Drakkhen.
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| Oh yeah! Your momma! Haw! I scoff at your lies. | |
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| fuck u! my dad owns a nuclear missile! i resolved j00r dns and now i'm gonna bomb ur ass into next year! u better put some pantz on before it hits u foo! | |
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Meanwhile, in the lair of Psychological Pete.
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| ha ha ha i am a l33t d00d | |
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| T Minus 10 seconds to ignition. | |
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