Beijan. I saw you last in Las Plamas. You were sipping a nice Swedish Vodkas.
He stared at me for a prolonged period of time and then vomited.
I vomit at your question. Nothing would ever let me blow up a car bomb underneath the Antarctic Embassy. Till then.
No. I'll see you on the Azure Coast.
No. I'll see you in my Nuclear Sub.
Game. on.
Game. on.
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i feel this is building to a glorious , blazing climax that will be so beautiful as to blind all who attempt to behold it. to be continued ad infinitum, of course
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