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| As the World Turns, So Doth the Windmill's Whorl. | |
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| Night Falls on the Forgotten Realm |
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| Thou hast stolen my Sweet 'Nilla! Explain thyself. | |
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| Wafers need not the Clergyman's Consent, in any transaction. Thy foul Disk hath wrought Distress from this Unavoidable Occurrence. | |
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| In Shadow, a Dark Power Weaves an Unspeakable Doom |
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| -- Awaiting Orders -- | |
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| Launch the Rocket !! | |
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