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− | King Random?
| + | BROFLAKE MAD |
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− | I am sitting in the cell you have installed me in after my capture and recovery by young Lord Vander.
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− | Is my fealty of value?
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− | As I write i think of my imprisonment and its a fair cop. You have issued a sentence of death to be carried out at a time of your choosing. I wear the black rag as testament to that judgment. Of course i just used my death rag to wipe Dijon mustard and Calrabon pepper sauce off my lips. Margot brought me a platter of PNB roast sandwiches. Its a comfy cell.
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− | Most of my relatives that spend much time in the castle have come to visit me. Its been interesting to be sure.
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