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| Ah ha! Willa have you accepted your doom? Kneel before your master! | |
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| Right Bobcat Goldwaith, hey I'm going to take a raincheck on our "battle to the death" I'm tired and I want to feed baking soda to pidgeons. | |
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| NO I refuse to uhhhhhhh uhhhhhhh uhhhhhhhhhhh | |
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| Again with that noise? What the hell? Fuck this noise, I'm out. Here I come pidgeons fear for your loins! | |
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While choking Bobcat Goldwaith inadvertantly used his laser eyes backwards and reduced himself to a pile of smoldering ash. Thus concluding the worst battle/stoyline I have ever wrote
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