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| Mayest I turn from the ramparts of evil and lay my soul 'pon the altar of sanctity. | |
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| How shalt thou doest this, Big Evil One (being so evil and big and such)? | |
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| Verily, I shalt dedicate mine life to the fruitful bounty of joy that public service and cheritable labour promise, my pantsless acolyte. | |
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| Oh. Good show, then. Mayest you... do the stuff... which is nice and all...
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