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| So the lance didn't fit quite right. And it clashed with the blood dripping from your rump. Maybe you will go better down here in my_damp_basement. | |
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| Some weathered hemp rope tying your neck to that support and a cast iron trivet tied to your sack with gardening wire might look nice... | |
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| Why are you mumbling, worm? | |
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| you'we thtandin on my pung! | |
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