Guys, how do you put people on ignore on this site?
dang puppy climbing on me to get onto the back of the sofa
[QUOTE=Hizzle;17517453]But if you're uncool to the "uncool"
What does that make you?
If posting on a forum makes you uncool, and even they don't like you..
That's low..[/QUOTE]
[img]http://tf2wiki.net/w/images/a/a7/Crit_hit.jpg[/img]
[QUOTE=Hizzle;17517503]Guys, how do you put people on ignore on this site?[/QUOTE]
Go onto the controls, and then it's under settings and options :)
[QUOTE=Hizzle;17517503]Guys, how do you put people on ignore on this site?[/QUOTE]User Control Panel -> Edit Ignore List -> add user's name to ignore list.
Used to be you could just push a button, hit ok and they're on the list, but dunno why that's been kicked in the head in favour of this method.
[QUOTE=HookerVomit;17517451]you live in cobb county?[/QUOTE]
No, Paulding. It's dark as night here right now.
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[QUOTE=Hizzle;17517435]I don't know, sorry. My name is Rich though, nice to meet ya :)[/QUOTE]
Hi Rich, my name is Shane. Good to meet you.
What happens if you try to ignore Garry, Bredirish?
[QUOTE=Bredirish123;17517536]No, Paulding. It's dark as night here right now.
[/QUOTE]
Same here. But it's actually night time here, so I guess it isn't all that strange.
[QUOTE=Bredirish123;17517374]Trivia game. Since you do call everyone by their names my good friend. Then what is mine?[/QUOTE]
Shane.
[QUOTE=Dronaroid;17517547]What happens if you try to ignore Garry, Bredirish?[/QUOTE]Afaik you cannot add moderators or higher to the ignore list.
Hello there Shane :)
How are you today? Minus the injured sack.
Thanks for the help btw guys, I'll need to put some people on ignore soon ^^;
[QUOTE=Dronaroid;17517547]What happens if you try to ignore Garry, Bredirish?[/QUOTE]
He runs a express train on your ass.
That's what happened to that one 17 year old girl he fucked not too long ago. :v:
cool beans, i put someone on the ignore list for the first time ever
[QUOTE=Hizzle;17517597]Hello there Shane :)
How are you today? Minus the injured sack.
Thanks for the help btw guys, I'll need to put some people on ignore soon ^^;[/QUOTE]
I'm great, just got done eating some hot wings. Might make that BLT I've been wanting. I'm so hungry. And how are you?
[QUOTE=Bredirish123;17517607]He runs a express train on your ass.
That's what happened to that one 17 year old girl he fucked not too long ago. :v:[/QUOTE]
Like a real moderator. :britain:
[QUOTE=HARDCORERAPE;17517618]cool beans, i put someone on the ignore list for the first time ever[/QUOTE]I used to keep quite an extensive ignore list in 05, 06. Stopped bothering to update it in 07 and just recently cleared the whole thing, mostly because most of the people on it no longer post.
Post in the soundtrack to your life thread, I did
I might start adding people to my ignore list.
nutrigrain bars are rough
Adam Freeman's diary: The Chronicles of the First-born.
[B]September 13th, 2020.[/B]
Today was the day that I was born, as the first of my race, and the first of the soldiers to fight against the extradimensional cyborg empire known as the Combine. It was only a short while ago when I first opened my eyes, and beheld a man clad in an orange-and-black suit, with the Greek letter Lambda marked on the chest, looking at me through the glass walls of my incubation tank with a look of both fascination and bemusement on his face. I saw him for but a moment, as the fluid levels in the tank decreased, and I slowly descended to the chamber beneath me. My feet touched the bottom of the tube, and as the air surrounded me, I felt a sensation that I had only felt then and there. I got down on my hands and knees, and coughed up the oxygen-enriched fluid that filled my lungs. It was painful, but I had to do it. After the last drops passed out of my lips, I took in my first breaths. The sensation of cold air in my lungs ached the first couple of times, but eventually I adapted to my new situation, as I would do so all of my life. All of a sudden, I felt the floor move, and I was carried along a conveyor belt. Slowly, but surely, I rose to my feet, stretching my limbs to shake off the sleep of my very recent birth.
It was then that I realised that I was surrounded by nozzles. Water was sprayed across my body, cleansing my fur of the incubation fluid that permeated it. Initially I was shocked by the intensity of the sprays, but it soon felt good, such a wonderful sensation. After what could be said to be my first shower, I was buffeted with hot air, drying out the waters that had cleansed my fur. At last, the belt came to an end, and I stepped off, into a small room, with only a table and a set of clothes present. I approached the table, and put on the clothes. Apart from the underwear, some weird spring-like leg attachments, and a single pair of dogtags, it was only one piece, like a jumpsuit. It was all whitish-silver, save for a logo on the seams, which seemed to have a light-blue glow to it. Looking at the dogtags, I saw the words "Adam Freeman" and "Commando" on one, and "#000000000" on the other. As I mused over their meaning, a loudspeaker in the corner of the room crackled into life. It was then that I heard the first words of our true creator, our mother, as many say.
"Hello", it said, in a feminine yet administrative voice, "And welcome to the Apeture Science Soldier Creation Facility. It may interest you to know that you are the first soldier to be created here, and the first of your species, felis catus sapiens, or Felan as chosen by the on-board staff". "Is this who I am?", I thought, "A soldier?". I suddenly started recalling memories, memories of boot camp, of the training facility, my first kill, my first objective, how to operate vehicles, how to fire a weapon. These memories were impossible; how could I have done all that if I had only been born 10 minutes prior? The voice spoke again, "The memories you are currently experiencing are in fact not memories at all, but pre-programmed information designed to rapidly educate you for your military career as a Commando".
So that's my job? A Commando? Of course it was. How else could I explain the prescence of stealth training, assassination training, how to sabotage Combine equipment, and other such stuff in my head? They had to have been placed there by whoever was communicating through the speaker... To my left, a door opened, leading to a flight of stairs. As I walked up those metal steps, I could hear people talking. I reached the top, and opened the door, where I saw the man in the suit, a woman in a lab coat, and a woman in Arctic clothing. "Ah, here he is now", the woman in the lab coat spoke with a pleased tone, as I walked into the room.
"Greetings, my name is Judith Mossman", she said. "You must be Adam. It's a pleasure to meet you". She extended her hand, and I suddenly knew what it meant. It was an extended greeting used by humans, involving the shaking of the hands. I quickly accepted the greeting, shaking her hand, as to be polite. "Good, he knows ettiquette", Judith spoke to the other two people in the room. "Of course he does", the voice from the loudspeaker spoke again, although much closer this time. "After all, I put it into the neural download". I still had no idea what was going on, aside from my apparent role as a Commando in some army. "What's going on over there?", a man's voice queried. My attention turned to a large monitor to my left, next to my incubation tube. "Has the Project been act- OHSHIT!" I caught a glimpse of a man in policing uniform before he ducked off-screen, seemingly in panic. The man slowly peeked at the monitor, his eyes wide with fear.
"Th-th-the cat, doc... He's come back to freakin' haunt me!", he said in tones of utter terror. "What's all this about the c- OHGOODLORD!", another man queried off-screen, before catching sight of me, and subsequently losing his balance from surprise. I then heard a third man's voice, "Kleiner, what in god's name is all this commo- ...what the...". This man looked more confused than surprised, and then his expression turned to disappointment. "THIS is the so-called Project?", he asked. "An anthromorphised cat?! I thought it would be something more useful, like a high-power intradimensional teleporter, something we could actually use to transport what forces we have to where they're most needed, not some jumpsuited humanoid feline..."
"He is just one of my many projects...", the voice in the loudspeaker spoke again, "And soon there will be many more like h-". "More of them?", the woman in Arctic clothing spoke at last. "What are you trying to do, build an army?!" "Exactly, Alyx Vance. He is the first of my great army, grown to serve me, and to eliminate the Combine, so that his kind can rebuild the world alongside your species". I now started to "remember" all that had happened. The Black Mesa Incident, caused by the man in the suit, Gordon Freeman, my apparent father. The Portal Storms that caused a collapse of human society. The invasion of the Combine and the dilapidation of the Earth. The oppression of humankind, and it's liberation at the hands of Gordon Freeman. I know understood the history that had taken place, and my species' place in it now became fully clear. My race would destroy the Combine, and build civilisation anew from the rubble of it's collapse.
"My other projects do indeed include a high-power intradimensional teleporter, utilising the array that you scientists deployed all those years ago, to transport my armies across the world to root out the Combine", the loudspeaker continued. "But I alone am not capable of commanding the soldiers, as I do not possess any form of Military Tactical Administration programs, not the means or data to develop one... I require a biological mind to serve as a tactical processing unit, to process tactical data and administrate my soldiers". It was then that I saw her, the true creator. I walked towards the far right part of the room, and saw a great hall, with a large machine hanging in the middle of it. Here was GLaDOS, the one who created us.
"You mean one of us has to be interfaced with your systems, to control your armies?", Judith replied, noticably shaken. "Yes, Judith. However, you are not the candidate. Do not get me wrong, you have proven to be very resourceful to my plans, but you do not have the capability to command an army". "Then who do you suggest?". GLaDOS turned towards Gordon Freeman, and it became apparent to me. He had had the most combat experience out of all of them, and knew what tactics to deploy in order to succeed. "...No. No no no, there's gotta be some other way!", Alyx replied, a tone of fear in her voice. Gordon Freeman had an expression of both determination and sorrow on his face. He knew what had to be done, for the good of mankind, no matter the cost.
He walked over to GLaDOS, willing to become the commander our machine mother needed, yet still anxious about how he would become so. "Gordon!", Alyx cried, clinging to him. "Please... Don't go. I need you. You're all I h-". Freeman put a finger on Alyx's lips. And then, I saw something that truly touched my heart. I saw Gordon place his lips on Alyx's, and they kissed. In the recent hour that I have lived in, this was the most beautiful thing I have seen so far. After what seemed like ages, their lips parted, Gordon ran his fingers over the back of her head, and smiled, as if to say, "It'll be ok, I promise". He then continued to walk towards GLaDOS, and gazed at the chamber beneath her. This was where he would become the commander of our forces, but initially, I thought it was merely just that. How wrong I was, for what happened next had far greater repurcussions.
As he stepped into the chamber, the glass doors closed, and a helmet-like device descended from above. I saw it clamp onto Gordon's head, and energy seemed to surge from it, spreading throughout his body. And then, as quickly as it began, it ended. The helmet lifted, the glass doors opened, and Gordon Freeman stumbled out, noticably drained from the connection of mind and machine. "You now have control over the soldiers, Gordon Freeman, as well as having my vast processing power open to you", GLaDOS declared. I heard yet another voice then, but this time, I did not hear it with my ears. I heard it with my mind. "Urgh, my head...", it echoed. The others noticed it, too. "...wait, did I just...?", it echoed again.
"I'm doing it, aren't I? I'm broadcasting my thoughts... The process must've done something else as well..." And that's when it hit me. It was Gordon. Gordon Freeman was thinking out loud, and we could all hear it. "High-strength telepathy? I never knew THAT was part of the process", he thought. "This is just impossible. But I wonder... If I can do that, I wonder if I can do THIS?". A chair lifted into the air next to Judith Mossman, glowing with a faint blue-green radiance. "I guess I CAN do that... My best guess is that the process of uplinking my mind to a vastly-higher intelligence has increased my mental capabilities to that of those blasted Advisors, maybe even greater, meaning that I can use my mind in ways identical to them". He paused for a moment. "Hmmm..." His body lifted off the ground, roughly 4 feet between foot and floor. "Yep, that too." He pointed at a wall, and a stream of energy lashed out from his hand to the wall, leaving a glowing burn mark where it struck. "Even better!", he thought with a grin.
"And now to business... I assume I have control over soldier production as well?" "Correct", GLaDOS replied. "Well then", he answered mentally, "Best to get to work. We'll probably need an abundance of assault specialists to take out the Synths, as well as support units to keep them alive and eliminate the enemy troops. Good job the facility can grow them from ovum to adult in a matter of minutes. The rapid programming helps a lot, too. Sure saves on a training budget, eh?". I walked away, still in shock from the events that transpired. Did it really take that short of a time to create me? I write this now as I look upon the incubation tubes across the facility, watching the soldiers grow at a frightening rate.
It's simply not possible for anything to move this fast, GLaDOS must be using some form of temporal dilation to accelerate the growth rate to such a speed. Must be: the resources being pooled in are simply flowing in so fast... Wow, it's so strange to see your countless brothers and sisters growing up so fast, quite literally. Huh, one of them's already fully-grown. I guess once they're biologically fully-grown, the dilation switches off. Programming's just finished, she's coming around. She's looking at me... I'll just wave and say hi. Oh cool, she waved back. And there she goes, down the tube, just as I did so recently... This is just so amazing, witnessing the birth of your own species. So many soldiers, floating down the tubes, recalling their programming, discovering their roles.
I already know my role in all this, as a Commando, to work behind enemy lines, eliminating key enemies, sabotaging equipment. But what missions I am to be designated, I have no idea. I'll probably find out later on, if the Combine have a nearby base in the area. All I know is, today is the just the start of the prelude to victory...
[QUOTE=Bredirish123;17517628]I'm great, just got done eating some hot wings. Might make that BLT I've been wanting. I'm so hungry. And how are you?[/QUOTE]
mmmm nice! I just had myself some pie from a chippy, gone to visit Lithifold and Hezzy so :) I'm up northhhh :D
Fuck..I have no video games where I'm staying for the weekend + this computer is too shitty to play any good games (Shit for graphics card. Not my computer)
[QUOTE=Bredirish123;17517607]He runs a express train on your ass.
That's what happened to that one 17 year old girl he fucked not too long ago. :v:[/QUOTE]
Hold on, I screencapped that, lemme find it.
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[IMG]http://i37.tinypic.com/24kzgpj.jpg[/IMG]
WHAT IF THERE'S NO HOPE TO BE HAD GARRY? WHAT THEN, HUH?
[QUOTE=Chichen;17517681]Fuck..I have no video games where I'm staying for the weekend + this computer is too shitty to play any good games (Shit for graphics card. Not my computer)[/QUOTE]
Console?
Yo
[QUOTE=Bryanrocks01;17517721]Console?[/QUOTE]
I don't own any consoles. Pc gamer.
[QUOTE=Smirnoff Joe;17517671]Adam Freeman's diary: The Chronicles of the First-born.
[B]September 13th, 2020.[/B]
Today was the day that I was born, as the first of my race, and the first of the soldiers to fight against the extradimensional cyborg empire known as the Combine. It was only a short while ago when I first opened my eyes, and beheld a man clad in an orange-and-black suit, with the Greek letter Lambda marked on the chest, looking at me through the glass walls of my incubation tank with a look of both fascination and bemusement on his face. I saw him for but a moment, as the fluid levels in the tank decreased, and I slowly descended to the chamber beneath me. My feet touched the bottom of the tube, and as the air surrounded me, I felt a sensation that I had only felt then and there. I got down on my hands and knees, and coughed up the oxygen-enriched fluid that filled my lungs. It was painful, but I had to do it. After the last drops passed out of my lips, I took in my first breaths. The sensation of cold air in my lungs ached the first couple of times, but eventually I adapted to my new situation, as I would do so all of my life. All of a sudden, I felt the floor move, and I was carried along a conveyor belt. Slowly, but surely, I rose to my feet, stretching my limbs to shake off the sleep of my very recent birth.
It was then that I realised that I was surrounded by nozzles. Water was sprayed across my body, cleansing my fur of the incubation fluid that permeated it. Initially I was shocked by the intensity of the sprays, but it soon felt good, such a wonderful sensation. After what could be said to be my first shower, I was buffeted with hot air, drying out the waters that had cleansed my fur. At last, the belt came to an end, and I stepped off, into a small room, with only a table and a set of clothes present. I approached the table, and put on the clothes. Apart from the underwear, some weird spring-like leg attachments, and a single pair of dogtags, it was only one piece, like a jumpsuit. It was all whitish-silver, save for a logo on the seams, which seemed to have a light-blue glow to it. Looking at the dogtags, I saw the words "Adam Freeman" and "Commando" on one, and "#000000000" on the other. As I mused over their meaning, a loudspeaker in the corner of the room crackled into life. It was then that I heard the first words of our true creator, our mother, as many say.
"Hello", it said, in a feminine yet administrative voice, "And welcome to the Apeture Science Soldier Creation Facility. It may interest you to know that you are the first soldier to be created here, and the first of your species, felis catus sapiens, or Felan as chosen by the on-board staff". "Is this who I am?", I thought, "A soldier?". I suddenly started recalling memories, memories of boot camp, of the training facility, my first kill, my first objective, how to operate vehicles, how to fire a weapon. These memories were impossible; how could I have done all that if I had only been born 10 minutes prior? The voice spoke again, "The memories you are currently experiencing are in fact not memories at all, but pre-programmed information designed to rapidly educate you for your military career as a Commando".
So that's my job? A Commando? Of course it was. How else could I explain the prescence of stealth training, assassination training, how to sabotage Combine equipment, and other such stuff in my head? They had to have been placed there by whoever was communicating through the speaker... To my left, a door opened, leading to a flight of stairs. As I walked up those metal steps, I could hear people talking. I reached the top, and opened the door, where I saw the man in the suit, a woman in a lab coat, and a woman in Arctic clothing. "Ah, here he is now", the woman in the lab coat spoke with a pleased tone, as I walked into the room.
"Greetings, my name is Judith Mossman", she said. "You must be Adam. It's a pleasure to meet you". She extended her hand, and I suddenly knew what it meant. It was an extended greeting used by humans, involving the shaking of the hands. I quickly accepted the greeting, shaking her hand, as to be polite. "Good, he knows ettiquette", Judith spoke to the other two people in the room. "Of course he does", the voice from the loudspeaker spoke again, although much closer this time. "After all, I put it into the neural download". I still had no idea what was going on, aside from my apparent role as a Commando in some army. "What's going on over there?", a man's voice queried. My attention turned to a large monitor to my left, next to my incubation tube. "Has the Project been act- OHSHIT!" I caught a glimpse of a man in policing uniform before he ducked off-screen, seemingly in panic. The man slowly peeked at the monitor, his eyes wide with fear.
"Th-th-the cat, doc... He's come back to freakin' haunt me!", he said in tones of utter terror. "What's all this about the c- OHGOODLORD!", another man queried off-screen, before catching sight of me, and subsequently losing his balance from surprise. I then heard a third man's voice, "Kleiner, what in god's name is all this commo- ...what the...". This man looked more confused than surprised, and then his expression turned to disappointment. "THIS is the so-called Project?", he asked. "An anthromorphised cat?! I thought it would be something more useful, like a high-power intradimensional teleporter, something we could actually use to transport what forces we have to where they're most needed, not some jumpsuited humanoid feline..."
"He is just one of my many projects...", the voice in the loudspeaker spoke again, "And soon there will be many more like h-". "More of them?", the woman in Arctic clothing spoke at last. "What are you trying to do, build an army?!" "Exactly, Alyx Vance. He is the first of my great army, grown to serve me, and to eliminate the Combine, so that his kind can rebuild the world alongside your species". I now started to "remember" all that had happened. The Black Mesa Incident, caused by the man in the suit, Gordon Freeman, my apparent father. The Portal Storms that caused a collapse of human society. The invasion of the Combine and the dilapidation of the Earth. The oppression of humankind, and it's liberation at the hands of Gordon Freeman. I know understood the history that had taken place, and my species' place in it now became fully clear. My race would destroy the Combine, and build civilisation anew from the rubble of it's collapse.
"My other projects do indeed include a high-power intradimensional teleporter, utilising the array that you scientists deployed all those years ago, to transport my armies across the world to root out the Combine", the loudspeaker continued. "But I alone am not capable of commanding the soldiers, as I do not possess any form of Military Tactical Administration programs, not the means or data to develop one... I require a biological mind to serve as a tactical processing unit, to process tactical data and administrate my soldiers". It was then that I saw her, the true creator. I walked towards the far right part of the room, and saw a great hall, with a large machine hanging in the middle of it. Here was GLaDOS, the one who created us.
"You mean one of us has to be interfaced with your systems, to control your armies?", Judith replied, noticably shaken. "Yes, Judith. However, you are not the candidate. Do not get me wrong, you have proven to be very resourceful to my plans, but you do not have the capability to command an army". "Then who do you suggest?". GLaDOS turned towards Gordon Freeman, and it became apparent to me. He had had the most combat experience out of all of them, and knew what tactics to deploy in order to succeed. "...No. No no no, there's gotta be some other way!", Alyx replied, a tone of fear in her voice. Gordon Freeman had an expression of both determination and sorrow on his face. He knew what had to be done, for the good of mankind, no matter the cost.
He walked over to GLaDOS, willing to become the commander our machine mother needed, yet still anxious about how he would become so. "Gordon!", Alyx cried, clinging to him. "Please... Don't go. I need you. You're all I h-". Freeman put a finger on Alyx's lips. And then, I saw something that truly touched my heart. I saw Gordon place his lips on Alyx's, and they kissed. In the recent hour that I have lived in, this was the most beautiful thing I have seen so far. After what seemed like ages, their lips parted, Gordon ran his fingers over the back of her head, and smiled, as if to say, "It'll be ok, I promise". He then continued to walk towards GLaDOS, and gazed at the chamber beneath her. This was where he would become the commander of our forces, but initially, I thought it was merely just that. How wrong I was, for what happened next had far greater repurcussions.
As he stepped into the chamber, the glass doors closed, and a helmet-like device descended from above. I saw it clamp onto Gordon's head, and energy seemed to surge from it, spreading throughout his body. And then, as quickly as it began, it ended. The helmet lifted, the glass doors opened, and Gordon Freeman stumbled out, noticably drained from the connection of mind and machine. "You now have control over the soldiers, Gordon Freeman, as well as having my vast processing power open to you", GLaDOS declared. I heard yet another voice then, but this time, I did not hear it with my ears. I heard it with my mind. "Urgh, my head...", it echoed. The others noticed it, too. "...wait, did I just...?", it echoed again.
"I'm doing it, aren't I? I'm broadcasting my thoughts... The process must've done something else as well..." And that's when it hit me. It was Gordon. Gordon Freeman was thinking out loud, and we could all hear it. "High-strength telepathy? I never knew THAT was part of the process", he thought. "This is just impossible. But I wonder... If I can do that, I wonder if I can do THIS?". A chair lifted into the air next to Judith Mossman, glowing with a faint blue-green radiance. "I guess I CAN do that... My best guess is that the process of uplinking my mind to a vastly-higher intelligence has increased my mental capabilities to that of those blasted Advisors, maybe even greater, meaning that I can use my mind in ways identical to them". He paused for a moment. "Hmmm..." His body lifted off the ground, roughly 4 feet between foot and floor. "Yep, that too." He pointed at a wall, and a stream of energy lashed out from his hand to the wall, leaving a glowing burn mark where it struck. "Even better!", he thought with a grin.
"And now to business... I assume I have control over soldier production as well?" "Correct", GLaDOS replied. "Well then", he answered mentally, "Best to get to work. We'll probably need an abundance of assault specialists to take out the Synths, as well as support units to keep them alive and eliminate the enemy troops. Good job the facility can grow them from ovum to adult in a matter of minutes. The rapid programming helps a lot, too. Sure saves on a training budget, eh?". I walked away, still in shock from the events that transpired. Did it really take that short of a time to create me? I write this now as I look upon the incubation tubes across the facility, watching the soldiers grow at a frightening rate.
It's simply not possible for anything to move this fast, GLaDOS must be using some form of temporal dilation to accelerate the growth rate to such a speed. Must be: the resources being pooled in are simply flowing in so fast... Wow, it's so strange to see your countless brothers and sisters growing up so fast, quite literally. Huh, one of them's already fully-grown. I guess once they're biologically fully-grown, the dilation switches off. Programming's just finished, she's coming around. She's looking at me... I'll just wave and say hi. Oh cool, she waved back. And there she goes, down the tube, just as I did so recently... This is just so amazing, witnessing the birth of your own species. So many soldiers, floating down the tubes, recalling their programming, discovering their roles.
I already know my role in all this, as a Commando, to work behind enemy lines, eliminating key enemies, sabotaging equipment. But what missions I am to be designated, I have no idea. I'll probably find out later on, if the Combine have a nearby base in the area. All I know is, today is the just the start of the prelude to victory...[/QUOTE]
are you planning on publishing the book you are making?
[QUOTE=Chichen;17517735]I don't own any consoles. Pc gamer.[/QUOTE]
Then it seems you brought this upon yourself :colbert:
[QUOTE=Hizzle;17517680]mmmm nice! I just had myself some pie from a chippy, gone to visit Lithifold and Hezzy so :) I'm up northhhh :D[/QUOTE]
Tell him I'm full of Sandvich and I am coming for him.
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