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"The Four Crotch Marmots of the Apokalypse... as has been fortold for eons past... They Come, wailing and gnashing their incisors, and by name they rise up against the damned: Squeakers, Bingo, Yap-Yap and Slappy... fear now, for the End of Days smells of burnt rodent fur..." - Grorx
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When he breaks the tender peel, to taste the apple in my hand, his breath will still, his blood congeal. Then I'll be fairest in the land! [NT]
Posted by Mana from 209.37.188.*, on September 28, 12017 at 13:58:54:


It was definitely poison.


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