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| Mothers weep tears of irradiated green for their fallen sons...not only the nations of man...but the very notions of honor, nobility, safety, LOVE...all eradicated beneath my orange talons... | |
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| ...GAH! My reverie! Who dares to interrupt my future plans? WHO!! | |
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| Oh, who's a blessed birdie, now? There, there, little one...Father Mac will get you nummies straightaway... | |
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