Dead Ridleys are the enemy. We don't like dead Ridleys.
Well alright, maybe just a few. If you insist. It ain't like I can't spare some. But only a few. I've learned how easy it is to just let those fuckers pile up and then we'd be in real trouble.
Listen nigger, I'm number one, you do what I tell you. No, I don't care whether you like it. Don't you dare compare me to that cuck; unlike him, I will kill you with the lava lamp if you don't shape up.
Excuse me. Get the others out looking for Glorianna right the fuck now; she's the only one who knows where the other Fi ran off to and I don't want the priest or goddamn Sgt. John S. Lucifer finding her before I do.
Hold on, I think someone's listening in on us...
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