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Plagued by these doubts, Tinkerbell wanders the desert in search of advice. She meets a strange boy...
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| All deserts are beautiful because they hide a well.... forever poisoned by the rotting carcasses of evil devil-babies drowned by their psychotic mothers. | |
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| I want to be a superhero! I can be a superhero! But I'm not yet a superhero. Can you tell me why? | |
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...claiming to be a prince of a barren little airless asteroid in space...
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| You're like my rose with four thorns. Puny, despicable, and pathetic. But I will give you one gift to remember our introspective moment together. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! | |
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| Does this mean I should look for a well with a devil-baby to defeat? | |
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...who has some very strange notions indeed.
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| When I laugh, you will remember the stars laughing with me at you. Every time you look at the night sky, we will mock you. AHAHAHAHAHAHA! | |
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| He's soooooooo deep. That's soooooo true. | |
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