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January 21, 2010 at 10:36 am #2403
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    The Peaslanders and The Blubbits

    When Fwick was gone, the Majorburgmester started to grind his teeth in an annoyed manner, fumbling through his notes.

    “How dare he! Killing my precious blubbits! And even if he manages to bread that stinking spider, which I highly doubt, that clown won’t live long enough to even kill the first of my dear ones!”

    The Majorburgmester was hoping his plan of Peasland domination would come to fruition soon. And then all the Mungibbs in the world would be his, MWAHAHAHAH.

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