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look, the secret prison-island for people who know too much is packed. no quantity of poking with cattle prods is going to get more on. the budget for bagels and tranquilizer gas is astronomical, not to mention the costs on maintaining all of the surreal-kitsch decor and paying off the midget manservants.
no, modthree, i don't care if she's fairly compact and doesn't eat much. you're just going to have to find another shadowy conspiracy to do your locking-up for you.
just just take your maniacal laughter and shove off for the Secret Isthmus, or perhaps the Penninsula of Mystery. shop's closed.
a least until we sacrifice everyone to the volcano god. |
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