09-19-2010, 02:24 PM
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Be it so for my wrath is the seed from which the islands of the atlantic are born. Hark!.....the sea-wench calls..........she beckons me from afar in need of assistance with an unruly cur. I will dispence the young brigand with a mighty gust from my nostril.
Gimme dat filet-0-fish............gimme dat feesh.