“Do not think to escape me, sir. I’m afraid I cannot permit it.”
“Baaaaa.”
“I have heard such a thing, yes. But you neglect a key detail.”
“Baaaa?”
“The present is clear; the future is known only to God.”
“Baaaaaaaaaa.”
“Then I shall send you to Him. On guard, sir.”
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September 10th, 2009 at 2:40 pm
This is so exciting. The flash of blades! A cry, and a splash of crimson in the sun! “Curse you, villain! This tomato puree will never wash out!”
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September 10th, 2009 at 3:30 pm
Bye bye lamb, may God’s clouds be open to you.
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September 10th, 2009 at 3:47 pm
Simmer now, fair lamb. You fought well but lost, and the broth must be your home.
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