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3/2/2015 3:14:17 AM
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I knew this day would come. Come now take a seat and we'll get you something to drink. Here *gives pint of everything*
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*sip* Thanks. *stops to catch breath* I figured it out. It was all orchestrated. The B.net shutdown. The Desticles. Even the Lenny's and Emma's. And now countless Gmail sign-ins being refused. It's The Flood. They're [i]purging[/i] us.
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Wait... How didn't you pass out?
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Too much adrenaline-and I'm cyborg remember?-but, listen! The Flood are in danger! Soon it'll be just be Desticles. Desticles, everywhere!
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Nope! If you don't pass out from a pint of everything, I can't help you.
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[b]HELP YOURSELF, MAN[/b]! Don't you understand what this means? The Flood is an endangered species now. Soon there won't be any left.
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Shhhhhh... Just go sleep *enters emergency shut off code* shhhhhh
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[b]NOO[/b]Oooo...
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NO! ;_;
