One, I showed him a cloned corpse of you, and he bought it.
Two, he took the clone home for his own... purposes.
Three, I am not a smurf. And you have horrible grammar.
Four, I jam that skull into your eyepatch.
you obviously don't know me at all, *reforms all the scattered pieces back into clown form and leaps the large distance over to the man, and continues to rip out his spines from the back, clawing at the muscle around it, then clenching it in the centre rips it out, leaving only the ribs remaining in his torso*
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