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A race of epic excitement...
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| You haven't won yet, fatass. What's the matter? Getting tired, you old fart? | |
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| *pant* *inhale* Dammit, I can't go on. I...must...use a.. | |
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But what nobody saw was...
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| Be wery wery quiet...we're hunting wucks...ehehehehe. | |
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| ...If I could, I'd shoot him too. | |
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