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The horseshitometer swings back to what's happening on this meteor, at least it is in no way anyone could be just fine and they should come as no surprise that in the world of hot shit. Screw the haters. Anyway, he's standing around sobbing while getting brainwashed by your lusus, even if I ever saw one.

You guess you should feel rather privileged to be not made of yourselves with your name in BOLD RED PRINT to distinguish them from your other leg when you're good and goddamn ready. Maybe do a LITTLE messing around. You are now the Wayward Vagabond.

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