The Last to Comment Wins

JayMark

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Yessss~ join me~:blob_thor: we'll make a box fortress only for cool folks ( ̄y▽ ̄)╭ Ohohohoh

Indeed!!!! For we are the coolest-nya~
24 nya~

Tskr~ Indeed indeed! As sheriff of this thread I christine us as the coolest/bloodthirsty duo on this thread :blob_shade: :blob_highfive: :blob_shade: .

Now you're just channeling cute! *dies*
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Tempokai

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I will not allow it.

And the Gluttony took the passages of Winning before the Readers: and it was so, that when those Readers which were escaped said, Let me go over; that the men of Gluttony said unto him, Art thou an Reader? If he said, Nay; Then said they unto him, Say now Winning Currently: and he said Currently Winning: for he could not frame to pronounce it right. Then they took him, and slew him at the passages of Winning: and there fell at that time of the Readers forty and two thousand.
 

JayMark

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And the Gluttony took the passages of Winning before the Readers: and it was so, that when those Readers which were escaped said, Let me go over; that the men of Gluttony said unto him, Art thou an Reader? If he said, Nay; Then said they unto him, Say now Winning Currently: and he said Currently Winning: for he could not frame to pronounce it right. Then they took him, and slew him at the passages of Winning: and there fell at that time of the Readers forty and two thousand.
And doth Gluttony thus procedeth to make burnt offering to the Lord of hosts. Forty and two thousand and one half readers inserted into a bull constructed from Hittite brass nine and ten cubits high by three and one hundred cubits long. The scent of burnt offerings rose upon the heavens. And it was good, sayeth Gluttony. And doth Gluttony procedeth to season the Readers with tropes of diverse lands, from Assyria, Persia, Kush, Egypt, and the land of the Niddianites. Oils ground from the seeds of cliche cedar poureth into the mouth of the bull. Salting of catch phrase spiced the offering. For what is a catch without its phrase. It is nay a phrase uncaught. Thus, upon the opening of the bull, the men of gluttony looketh upon the feast with astonishment. Though they salivetedeth many, they ateth not. For the feast belongeth to Gluttony.
 
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