>"MIGGERS could be here" he thought, "I've never been in this neighborhood before. There could be MIGGERS anywhere." The cool wind felt good against his flight suit. "I HATE MIGGERS" he thought. Sweet Dreams are Made of These reverberated his entire jet, making it pulsate even as the 9 krone wine circulated through his powerful thick veins and washed away his (merited) fear of slavshit fighters. "With a falcon, you can go anywhere you want" he said to himself, out loud.
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>>64296513>Sweet Dreams are Made of These reverberated his entire jethttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zKEWdRPRf3I
