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The infidel thinks he is secure, high in his armoured palace of borecore. He looks down at the joyful masses and scowls in satisfaction. He believes the joycore cannot reach him, that he is safe behind his bearded guards and his walls of stone. He is mistaken.
DESTROY THE INFIDEL.
Doot-de-doot, duh-duh-duh-de-de-doot-doot. Like that. |
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NO ONE CAN RESIST FOREVER! 
