...for draining the mushroom men of their fungicide in an attempt to make a greener fuel as you powered your war machines of doom towards the heights of collapse.
[sup]My face wishes to speak to your souls.
An eternity of suffering awaits you all beyond the veil of la bellanoche.[/sup]
...for eliciting sounds of joy from mimes who have been shot with daggers fired from a low power slingshot.
[sup]Elimination of the fittest is the only way to go.[/sup]
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