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| It all started a few nights ago when the moon was full. The wind was blowing like the approach of the world's ultimate doom... | |
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| ...what the hell are you talking about? | |
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| I'm just, you know. Trying to set the mood. | |
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| THERE ARE CHARRED HUMAN REMAINS IN MY BACKYARD! I THINK THE MOOD IS APPROPRIATELY SET! | |
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| Geez. You have no appreciation for the ancient art of storytelling. | |
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