*After much flight, the squad finally arrives at Monsaic Lines*
Stitch: *Swoops low ahead of squad to see 3 wounded Sligs, surrounded by 4 mudokon tomahawkers beating the crap out of them* Get 'em! *the Slogs all begin to bark, growl, drool, and run towards the tomahawkers*
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Rhetorical question: Could God make a pie so hot that he couldn't eat it?
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