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The Austro-Hungarian Empire, 1862
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| GET OVER HERE, VAGUELY REMINISCENT OF HITLER PERSON! TIME FOR YOUR DIRT NAP WITH A SIDE OF BUTCHER KNIFE NARCOLEPSY! | |
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| Achtzehn! Someone stop his reign of terror! | |
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| Pant, pant...okay, that makes something like six thousand of these lame-o's I've killed. So that should do it, right? | |
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| Maybe, if you'd actually stop to find out if they were in any way, shape or form RELATED TO HITLER FIRST! | |
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| Y'see, Commandant Kills-Too-Quick, while you certainly are giving the butterfly effect a workout, just running up to every vaguely mustached Austrian and cutting him down is simply inefficient. | |
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| No doubt. Personally, while talking about Thanksgiving, I personally give thanks for your psychotic fat manservants ineptitude, time-meddling tiki scum. | |
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