Patrolling. Sneaking. I'm gonna fly away on turboprop wings, magnetic anomaly detector pointing rearward to a Degrassi pumpkin seed of the insecure. Totalement rempli. To something, and not away from. Looking for Nork submarines. Mainland ho! Kill whitey! Cryptic! Machiavellian subterfuge! Feeeeyuck.
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