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Chicken...

GAAAHHHH!!!!

Thank you, Lunamor. JERRY! THINK!

Think Tom.

"I perceive that you desireth me to slay that man."

Think Thanos

Think strangely!

Wait, did you notice gravitation? That was a rather hasty approval. But still, I’ll attempt to score him fairly. White Steel: 65:75 Gravitation Fabrial: 30 Melee weapons: 20 Ranged Weapons: 30 Intelligence weakness: -5:-10 Score: 135:150

“No. I would turn him in if I did.”

Galavian snorted. “I have no relation with that mad fool.”

A man with a huge scar on his face walks up next to the woman. “I want in.”

Think again.

But you aren't a winner.

It's all right. Everyone makes mistakes.

Lunamor, you messed it up!

Don't worry, don't worry,

Oh, you're right!

But it's wrong.

I'm winning this game.

I just won though. Only winners can.

Winnerester

Oka6!

Okay, this is a guy who has white steel. Not the armor itself:

Delarin snatched the bottle from Zeoy and threw it out the window.