I am sure your bum is sore from bizarre rituals. I have seen you in your apartment. I stare at you from across the way. I see all. I am afraid.
I too have seen you. Your rituals are as bizarre as they come, and I too am afraid. An elf has just said, "Blisters of Blosters," and I knew what he meant. Now I am scared. Can you help?Do you know what I need?
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I am sure your bum is sore from bizarre rituals. I have seen you in your apartment. I stare at you from across the way. I see all. I am afraid.
I too have seen you. Your rituals are as bizarre as they come, and I too am afraid. An elf has just said, "Blisters of Blosters," and I knew what he meant. Now I am scared. Can you help?
Do you know what I need?
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