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Big D tries to regain some Hellish Street Cred after that disastrous encounter with Bluebottle...
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| Right, my evil Skwerl minion - away, and do my tyrannical bidding! | |
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| Pfffft, your arse is grass - do your own bloody dirty work! *Sound of paws scarpering off into the distance!* | |
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Finally, he tries appealing to Cthulu's sense of indignation from his last encounter with The Bitch Booted One!
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| C'mon 'Thully...surely you want to get even from the last time she wanted to turn your giblets into calamari? | |
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| Feck off Big D - they've only just regrown after her last culling of them! YOU handle her! *Sound of tentacles speedily slithering off!* | |
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But time is up, and it looks like the Big D has struck out Big Time! *Sound of returning Bitch Boots*...
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| EEEEEEEEEEEP!!! *Sound of a Big D packing it in and packing it up And sneaking away and buggering off*... | |
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| Ummm, I think there's trouble approaching with a capital L...and she's looking pretty pissed off, Big D! | |
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