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Moophisto left the lair of Cthulhu, and had an idea.
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| THERE IS NO GOOD FLESH TO DEVOUR. I SHALL WANDER THE DESERT AND SEEK A BATTLE TO THE DEATH! | |
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| THE DESERT IS TERRIBLY BORING! WHAT THE HELL IS THIS THING? | |
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An opportunity for a death-battle soon presented itself...
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| AHA! YOU LOOK WEAK! I SHALL SMITE THEE! | |
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| oh man, just when this day couldn't have gotten worse... | |
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