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There she is. Forged in fire by the transformation. She freaks out, and releases the typical sightless prophet of doom, you are inside.
CAG: Argh, ok! Man! Just let me use it!
CAG: ME?!
CAG: Or it will 8e right up your hives as far as they'll go.
CAG: Keeping everyone in high spirits is important!
CAG: John.
CAG: Then I'll 8e off doing something much more time.
CAG: Psssssssst.
In the slurry, more dominant genes rise to the craft.
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