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Your stew was turning stomach.
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Fucking Cilician shit!
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Brictius!
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Fall from fucking sight.
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If you were not Agron's boy,
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you would stand as bloodied for shielding this little cunt.
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Place Agron from thought,
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if you believe your cock of a size.
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For such a little man you speak as if a titan.
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Do not move me to regret coming to aid.
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Brictius is a dim brute,
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but his tongue carries knowledge.