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Our tale begins in a small graveyard gone horribly wrong, with a generic tree... and a building and stuff in the background...
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| Anyone seen my arm? Woe! Woe pour down upon my peeling scalp!!! | |
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Then something again came along... and he had a big mouth with sharp teeth... a nice arse and jam tarts for eyes *blankly stares*
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| your arm can be seen right in your HAND you fuckwit | |
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| Oh no!!Without my arm how am I to masturbate!!! My life as a wanker has ended!!! | |
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| You saved my mother's life and in return here... please accept my arm as a gift | |
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| sure, i could do with a third, put it in my rectum. *Looks blankly*... Thanks | |
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