>Jack Noir: ==>
Oh god, children. You hate children with a passion. Now you won't be able to clear your mind now. You get up and draw the sword you conveniently keep sheathed in your torso. This is going to be fun.
>Jack Noir: ==>
Oh god, children. You hate children with a passion. Now you won't be able to clear your mind now. You get up and draw the sword you conveniently keep sheathed in your torso. This is going to be fun.
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