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Sure, it'll all start with some sailors and soothing promises of 'sexay girls,' but somehow, by the end of it there'll be me with a parasol in one hand, some foeman's sword in the other, and blood all over my cute little sundress, boat sailing off in the distance under it's new crew. Again.
Maybe if we were going for two boats. Though, Barbelith vs the Italian Navy does have an awfully nice ring to it. |
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