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There was a messenger on the way to HQ with this look on his face

Mark my words the last one standing

Anything I deem at least bit suspicious will be met with cannon fire, do not test me

What the hell are they talking about

Do you hear me?

What do you mean? you damn well know that we can push further

Won't stand a chance you'll be blown to hell before you can assume your true form

All of us are monsters

I'll kill every last one of you

Don't try to stall it pretend ignorance

Whenever you look at it let this thought flood over you...I must return to that cellar

They say he's like an entire brigade to himself