Galicia: Servants not content to constraint their rebukes and dare to challenge their masters sooner or later be boored.
Animus:Thou wisdom o thou wisdom thou art no alien to mortal shore.
Sullivan: Charmed fees barely fails.
Galicia:Like bees
Animus:uuuhhhhhhhhhh.
Galicia:Your patience is cosmetic and pale and paled patience is no patience to me.That effrontery that make you talk at night burry the fallen angels once again in thy wizardry.
Enter the Sullivan's roadmaster.
Galicia:I beseech thee master overlook this tike,prick and goth.
Sullivan:Am okay you re granted.None a tike but a carmine, crimson,my reddish ruby, scarlet.But my stardom too take much painful cuss, wandering from home to find fortune with in trenches.
Animus: Roadmaster where is the despatch? People burnt down take parole from grill .
Who stored cannister shots?
Sullivan:The king's household.
Animus:The prince of the kingdoms.
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