The devil himself with great magnificence came upon me and spake with fork tongue. |
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"I bring for you a mighty pact!" spake the dark lord, "In swap of soul you shalt receive, a feast of minute equine beast." "No nonny no!" I didst riposte, "For soul of mine, I shall recieve, these two items I do believe." |
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"Skill to punkst artisans of glamour, sweet fornication of damsel Moore."
With fiery stare from hells deepest pit, the devil didst bellow, "SO SHALT BE IT" |
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