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Not a problem, my faithful Buttcrust. I understand how the battle can sweep a blood red cloud over a warrior's judgement.
Your picture reminds me of a t-shirt I had when I was young. Or, perhaps it was a Molly Hatchet album.
So, are there still pockets of resistence, or had we taken the town? Is anyone wounded? I need an report on our progress!
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Howard Moon: The wind is my only friend.
Wind: [whistling] I hate you.
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