it is late. i must sleep. you bug me and i'll kill you, creep! in the morn i must leave, to go to work and do not grieve. for later on i shall return, to smite you dead and kill your fern. and after that i'll play the game, that has taken from us all that's sane. warcraft kills and eats your brain. i shall kill and i shall smite, and if i'm wrong i
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BOB BARKER BITCH!
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