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| Do you have any last words Cecil? Any last requests or comments? Any ponderances you may forget once you are a death machine, my sidekick and head information officer? | |
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| No! Just pull my plugs quick before I forget the good times! *SOB* *Blank Page music* *SOB* *SOB* *SOB* | |
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Using simple Cecil, six boxes of random ISA cards and cables, stolen scrap metal, silicon and solder whores from the closet, a healthy supply of duct tape, and a plan bought off eBay, AOD is born.
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| I shall triumpth, and as a final touch, it too shall be inflicted with poison oak! BWAHAHAHA | |
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| *Whirrrrrrrr* *KACHANG* *ZIF-ZIF* *WHooooop* CLICK CLICK CLICK *sputter* *sputter* *WHIRRRRRRR* | |
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| You are alive now my friend. Play track 69 and celebrate. How do you feel? | |
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| *House of the Rising Sun music* FUCK, ASS! I am ready my leige. *Boondock Saints mode uninitiated* Hey, why does my external membrane crawl with a burn and sting? HUMANS! *GROWL* | |
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