While cruisin' the streets, fredthebigpimp is confronted my a ghostly phantom...
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| Behold, fred! I am Ezekiel, the arch nemesis of terror! | |
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| You cannot stop me! My powerul fortress shall keep thee out! | |
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| Now hol' up bro, You on my turf sucka. You're fortress is mine. | |
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