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2014 style rap beatdown
My freind literally died from the electrical rhythms discharged into the atmosphere by their vocal cords
I snuck into the surgery room and wactehd throug hthe window as the surgeons operated on my freind and he died right in front of me.... it was tragic..........
"Huh," he grunts. "My very own Lonely Lodge."
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