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| I've made it, made it to the wild, off that horrible crustacean farm. Tell me Snail, tell me about freedom? | |
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| It's just "ok"? Surely you realize you're living on your own merits, tracking down your own food, all that cool stuff | |
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| I'm ravaged with hunger, can I kill you? | |
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