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Miss Murasame, signing off~
You had best ♥♥♥♥♥♥ yourself, or I will unscrew your head and ♥♥♥♥ down your neck!
I'm going to give you three seconds exactly, 3 ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ seconds to wipe off that stupid-looking grin off your face gouge out your eyes balls and skull ♥♥♥♥ you.
So this crippled midget can get in his truck with out additional wear and tear on myself lol.
Truck feels so much lighter I can actually breakem loose in 2nd lol
/▌
/ \ Bob wants to punch you in the ♥♥♥♥.
OK who sent Draigo to stalk me?
whats it about? lol
Take it how you want.
I thought this was the most interesting chronological history of the Imperium for those who do not know the Warhammer 40k depth and complexity of its universe.
My battle scars grow each day.
I say Slay the Sasquatch <magnus or w/e> and burn his Hyundai from which he drives from the back seat. Maybe I'll just pop my beast into 4 wheel and drive over his Chinese clown vehicle.
Send him to the warp, his father saved him a spot.