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chapter 8 - after words Up on the rooftop, raptor claws! Down through the chimney, fangs and maws! Tear down the tree and slash the toys, tear up the stairs for girls and boys! grar rar RAR! we're gonna die! grar rar RAR! screaming "why?!" Up on the rooftop, click click click! Down through the chimeny, death comes quick!
this carol dedicated to the guildies, and our friends in AI. in ur base, stealing ur funnies.
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