We are four hours late! How am I gonna do this. I can't.
What's going on?
We are four hours late! How am I gonna do this. I can't.
Gaston's a dick. Let me get a pitchfork.
A quest! A quest I say for the sharpest pitchfork!
So so so cold.
It's like 3 degrees celicus here. I want to be in bed
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Then we need to tie the bastard down so he can't run.
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I'd almost rather be cold than melting...
@Zarkun Pfft are you kidding me Zar? He would run straight towards us and impale himself thinking he would be manly enough to survive a pitchfork