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We Interrupt this Storyline for this Important Interlude
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| Friday night, Mr. Tristan, Matt, and I, your faithful storyteller, drove to Columbus to visit a good friend of mine, Zamion | |
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| Great.. the Fatman has put me in his damn comic.. no god can come of this... | |
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| Obviously, the limitations of this wonderful site cannot demonstrate fully who Zamion is. | |
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| Why Jester.. whatever do you mean? | |
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| Let's just say Tristan now fears hot pink riding crops | |
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| Oh yes.. don't forget him trying to fuck my knee! | |
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