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Holy shit it's Fred, long time no seen my croc wrestling friend. (I'm saying croc wrestling because I'm a flaming racist assuming all aussies wrestles crocs and let their two year old child play with brown snakes and such.
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I can taste your fear, human. It is a tangible thing. I can run my fingers over it and drink deep of its sickly aroma. If this terror is the food of hatred, let me feast upon it and in the feasting destroy you utterly.
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