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| I couldn't find any sticks...there aren't any around here. If you hadn't noticed already, moron, we're in a desert. | |
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Suddenly, the hell-spawned demon bird began to shake violently...
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| Hey, what's wrong? You don't look good at all...I'll get the ginger ale. | |
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Suddenly the bird-beast blew apart, sending blood and gore from the once powerful monstrosity flying all over the place, as Fluffy, soaked in entrails, crawled forth from the avian wreakage in a graph
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| Not sure....I think it was some kind of commune...got any vodka? | |
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