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 | General Vampiroth, we've recieved word from the front line that the enemy witch hunters allied with the angels are advancing on our location! | |
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| My ferocious c#ck fears no enemy, and feels no pain. | |
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| Sir, the casualties we've suffered are irreversable. But it would appear you single-handedly defeated the invaders by using our own army as a corpse shield. Well done. You are now the lone heir to The Pirates of R'lyeh. | |
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| Well, I told you, motherf#*ker. My ferocious c#ck defeated them. I didn't say sh#t about it saving us. | |
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| In the Bedroom...Afterwards. |
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| Baby, please turn the lights back off. I can't go back to sleep with the lights on. | |
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| You fail to understand, the lights aren't on. That's my phosphorescent, highly vicious c#ck lighting the way. | |
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