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| And then I remember...my plans are more than divine. My will is absolute. All things are within my grasp. And if I do not wish it to be so, so it shall not be. | |
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| Your Grand High Eternal Fantasticness! I bring you news of an attack on our Western Front! We need more men. Good men, with stout and EVIL hearts. | |
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