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| I'll tell them I will let them live if I can have sex with all of them in a big pink-and-green orgy... | |
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| You grab the hand that was reaching for your belt pouch, and see that yourself looking at a six-year-old pickpocket. | |
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| I will hack off his arm with my axe, then stuff the bloody end of it down his throat, so he chokes to death before the blood loss kills him. | |
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| The flesh golem advances toward you, it's fists opening and closing in anticipation. | |
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| I'll cast the fourth-level spell "Turn Flesh Golem into Moose". I found it in an old issue of Dragon magazine. | |
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