Sir, one o'clock, bandit to lock. Seen in my reticle upgrade to Popsicle. Street I walked young guy blocked, just coupled my perfect match, I put my radar out of hatch, target heading, gun was ready. One six seven almost heaven, sixty-two weight perfect to date, hair of vanilla-cocoa, met a living Curacoa. I am all rules renegade, she's armed with 2x2 cups. getting my mental slaps, avoids conflicting traps, looked for crossing road, saw me no doubt. Quickly set up ignore shield, guided by geomagnetic field, step aside - her own betrayal, my face armorial, I felt touch of Valkyrie, does she care Sinegorye? Imperfect object just right, ideal diving sight. Destroy her armed escort, ready for countertransport.
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original inflated version