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Additionally on the way I'd break into a tobacconist, grab the most expensive cigar in the shop and as the fires of hell or whatever reigned down, having consumed an entire shop of marvellousness I'd sit myself on the side of a nice building, probably on the third floor and wait for some nice flame to float down and light it.
This is because I am going to classic hell, not one of those fangled new types. |
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