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I don't know if you've been in a fight before but there's usually not this much talking. - Sam

You're making me beat up grass! - Rocket

Before we get started, does anyone want to get off? -Steve

It might be worse than the one time Wayne visited Azir.

I'm just a kid from Brooklyn -Steve

The purple spots were the most vital. Without them, his plan would undoubtedly fail.

Yeah, you known you should've stolen the whole book because the warnings... The warnings come after the spells. - Strange

Specifically green and yellow ones, with exactly three white spots per balloon.

*cut to earth* What have you done? - Kaelicius

And canned cheese.

What do you want!!?! - Dormammu

*Gets crushed by a giant rock* *comes back over ridge* Dormammu, I've come to bargain! -Strange

Until now, because he went and pointed it out.

@ShardofThought Thanks, That was the idea I was going for. I am planning on continuing this story until I run out of ideas.

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Rule #1: Never reveal yourself to the reader Rule #2: Never skip parts of the story Rule #3 Never Change the story

The terribly tragic thoughts thoroughly thrashed the target twisted and twined by the tail tellers tongues. Suddenly a sound started screeching, stretching the strength of society's steadfastness. They solemnly sought to seek the source of the sorrowful sound. Then the darkness drugged up a doom dastardly and destructive. This harrowingly haughty horror happily harangued horrified humanity with his hijinks. Determined, they decided to destroy the demon, dashing his designs and dragging his distinction down. Dumbly, they didn't deal directly with the demon, deeming his desire diminished and not dire. Their rashness rose to really ridicule their erroneous rest. Then a preposterously pernicious phoenix pounced on the prince, as prophesied by Philip the first. With great guilt, they grew to regret the goal of getting good on their grievance. Then the fierce and fiery fiend found first the fat Fredric feasting on food from far and found. The ferocious fowl flew forward, fixed on flexing his fine features. And with that, the dark demon devoured the duke.

Always hilarious DA disclaimer, and a fun quote.

It sounded fun.

Made of leather.

In tents.

But mostly because the Voidapples hated Venezuelans.