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| Pizarro! my cousin! It is an almost unbelievable coincidence that we have met randomly here on the beach ot Aztland! | |
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| My dear Cortes! Indeed it is a splendid pleasure to inexplicably see you here also. I claim this land in the name of the King of Balboa. | |
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| What. Fuck you Pizarro! I was greeting you! You can't make a claim while returning a greeting. And in reply I say I claim this land in the name of the King of Castile! | |
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| No! These small, brown skinned people are mine to slaughter! I claimed them first! | |
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