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oldies.
the mission.
- sprinkles
- Antarctica
- my hands have become magical monsters.
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I always wondered what it is exactly that goes through those leather bastards' pointy heads as they crawl around in the mud and leaves. I wonder no more about that. I know now that they think really, really amaaaaaaaazing stuff.
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