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We rejoin the gang making their way through the Spooky Forest and, ah, you're not reading this are you?
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| We're making good time, Knighty! I'm literally hauling ass! | |
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| Zounds! We are, steed! And I do declare you seem more pleasant-smelling than our last quest! | |
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I bet you're skipping to the scene where you see Emilia Clarke's tits, aren't you?
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| Yes! I've been eating those super-foods like quinoa and kale, instead of rancid barley curry! It's really helped my speed and freshness | |
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Or Alfie Allen's arse o_0? No one appreciates narration or story-crafting any more. Screw you all, illiterate weasel-strokers...
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| Though not, it would seem, your sense of direction thou equinious nincompoop! | |
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