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| I can't believe it. Slags. the lot of em. Total slags. Robyn shows em a bit of prestige, they go for it like dogs. | |
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| I know. They sold their souls. | |
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| We need to go for Robyn, and soon. I'm sick of beating around the bush, we need to get her back through the portal. Or eventually, you're all gonna be slaves as well. | |
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| But we have no clear leader! No one can lead us to victory. | |
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| He's building one of those World War 2-style mini-battlefields in the staff room. I think he wants to be Winston Churchill. | |
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