Once upon a time in a land far, far away, there lived a valiant blue knight who rode atop a steed made out of orange iron. He was a mighty knight, and had slain many in battle.
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one day, an evil imp by the name of VINCENT. V. VINESON came out of the wooded forest glen and did several thousand dollars worth of damage to the muscular knight's
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Can you feel the eyes? They are asking you, "and how are you going to rectify this?"
Only Max would never say "rectify" but you get what I'm getting at here.
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Seriously? But all he did was jam scrap metal into the works, and screwed with the treads, and... fucking hell, okay, he messed it up pretty nicely.
"That wasn't even me! That was some psycho me that doesn't exist!"
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There's an answer he's aiming at here, Vinnie. Let's see if you can figure out what it is.
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"...Are you threatening Marie's bike? Fuckin'... If I don't have money to get you new pants, how the hell'm I supposed to afford you a new tank?!"
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Did Max just call you dirtpoor? He did.
"You ain't gotta buy me a new tank. Just pay for repairs. And I already told you I'd give you a job. You ain't fallin' all over yourself anymore just from walkin' across the hall. You'd pass the physical."
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