Oh god. What am
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I doing. I have no idea what I've done. HALP.
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puffy what have you done
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pokes at the strange thingies
what's that?
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Eh, you break some you make some! :D
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He heralds the coming plague, the withering, the end of all things true and good…. he is the death whispered on the wing of the butterfly, as fleeting, as it is beautiful.
In other words, this dude stinks, pwaaaar!