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"Excellent work, my mage."

"With this most righteous mother fucking pelvic apparel, the wicked ensemble is now complete."

"It must be delivered to the Bard of Rage at once, so that he may continue our lords mirthful fuckin work."

"Long live the angel of double death."

"Church. Ok, thats enough of mother fuckin that pious noise."

"Time to rendezvous with my homie killa and drop the special science on him."

"Ay mother fuckin men, my wicked kittybitch."

"There is no need to approach the young misguided empress."

"She remains blissfully unaware of the machinations which transpire between the heroes of rage."

"Let her try to raise her pathetic army of souls. She will be double slain by our lord like all the other mirthless heretics."

"Honk."

"HONK."

"I come bearing thee final jolly accoutrement my faithful invertevrother."

"Thy bardly regalia is done and fucking dusted by the special stars themselves."

"On this day the dark carnival rejoiced and said it was money."

"Now bring to life our wicked ruse with aplomb my ninja."

"Our lord awaits your servitude and tutelage at once."

"We shall now bust open these bitchin elixer forties."

"And pour some sweet swill out for the souls who soon wont be no more."

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