The Evil Nightmare Will Be Toppled

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The old fat one with his yellow porcine ears are heartily as he digested this uncommonly good news. "Bitter young Seacreek he'll like that", the old fat one said aloud.

His miniature female partner coughed and spat out a jellified wad of mommybag. "Hishoner won't be none to displeased as well will gubere"?

"Eek! Speak ingles whydontya", the old fat one responded absent-mindedly.

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Said the man alone from his lonely spot with no one listening: The battle for good has begun. It will not fall short of its goal. The evil nightmare will be toppled. Count on it and never lose hope.