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| Raver of doom, you are worthy, and now, will take my place as THE GRIM REAPER. Here, gives these forms to God, and you're in. | |
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| Here..uh..God, sir. Death wanted me to give these to you. | |
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| See all the demons with Peircings? In hell, you're STILL a poser. | |
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