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| I have come to make peace with your tribe. | |
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| But why, Sir Poinky Zork? Our tribe has no quarrel with your's. | |
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| Many preatons ago, the one you call Judas brought great sorrow to my village by unleashing the Cloud of Lesserack upon my people as they were readying themselves for the feast of the ancients. | |
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| He farted on your burritos, didn't he? | |
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| Yeah. He seems to be kind of a dick. | |
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