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| Arise my faithful friend Amorphis, be ready to carry your mistress afar and into glorious combat against the foul wizard P.J. Harvey! | |
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| Make haste, mighty steed, for My Father, Sir Mix a'Lot cannot know his only daughter doth take his place in battle. | |
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| We must now commit. The left hand solution of war must save us where the right hand solution of diplomacy failed. Um, why are your eyes glazed ? | |
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| Black Lotus, Stygian, the BEST!!!!! | |
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