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13 lines
373 B
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Beware! Beware you pony folk! Those leaves of blue are not a joke!
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Have you gone mad?
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Is that a parasprite before my eyes?
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Your actions will make my anger explode!
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My Lair! My Lair!
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Ponies, what is this... No, you know not what you do. You've gone and spilled my precious brew.
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How dare you! You destroy my home, destroy my works, an then accuse me, of being a jerk?
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