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Humorless, hung-over, extremely ripe trollz whut spent their life'z savin'z on swampland in Florida'n ain't too thrilled about'da size'a deir wee-weez. Dey watch Sam Peckinpah moviez fer laughz'n gedd'a real chuckle oud'a violence-in'a-workplace videoz.
Dey come 'roun' mostly't night'n if yer not good'dey leave "depositz" in yer PM box.
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In life-long pursuit of that most mythic of beasts: the ever-elusive perfect corner. Well . . . that, r' at least a whole lodda clear spin-out room.
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