Originally posted by Robbie Barrett
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Behold, I shall send a scurvy fellow, nay, but a lewd fellow by the name of Blow Jub Saunders, to usurp thy mantle, and to leave the barren; aye, but impotent. Then shalt thou rend thy clothes and sit in sackcloth three days (nay, but four), and as the hour expires, sigh to high heavens, oh thou great boogeyman.
Then shalt thou seek a rematch, and fail to obtain it.
Behold, retirement doth beckon, thou gentleman from Scandinavia. Embrace it, and stop preying on the young, thou pedophile.
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