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 | Keith, as your friend and co-worker, I feel obligated to tell you that Sam is on his way over with hunting rifles and some thugs from accounting. For all our sakes, snap out of it before it's too late! | |
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| BARBARIAN STEEL CANNOT PENETRATE THE HIDES OF ONE FROM THE NETHERGASH | |
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| Dammit, Keith, this is not a role-playing game! We're not playing with twenty-sided dice here, we're talking about Miranda, Ferguson and Larry with intent to kill! | |
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| THE EMPTY ONE CAN NO LONGER COMPREHEND THE FALLOW TONGUE OF THE SUNLIT NORTH. HIS SONG IS THAT OF THE NETHERGASH, FOREVER UNTIL THE LAST BREATH OF TIME | |
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| *sigh* THE INTERLOPER REQUESTS THE EMPTY ONE'S AID, FOR THE KING'S FORCES ARE FAST APPROACHING AND... uh... ELF PRINCESS F'N'WYLLYN NEEDS YOUR HELP! | |
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| LET THE EMPTY ONE GET HIS FAVORITE MUG. THE ONE FROM THE NETHERGASH | |
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