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Robots Wars Chrome My noble friend, are my legs really skinny and white now? Nice, nice legs. Why are you sniffing me? Got lost in thought. And here I am. And the forehead is wonderful. Do you know what kind of Baron I am? And you’re just a wise guy. He’ll teach me to read. Then I’ll be wise, too. But you’ll never become a Baron. If you catch a cold, I’ll get in trouble. Forgive me, Bowwow. My friend, give him money. A lot of it. My ribs haven’t healed yet. I’ll be gentle Game They’ll close the gates, then we’re dead. We’ll have to go back. They’ll open it right back. They’ll close the gates, then we’re dead. We’ll have to go back. I beg you Game Don’t Game Baron Game What if you catch a cold? Introduce me to this Lieutenant who is so worried about my health. Got it? Now go. Such a turkey. Buy an eye. It reflects light. I got a knife as a gift. A knife as a gift, you say? By the way, I saw your Baga recently. Where are the asshole archers? Eating turnip? Freeze! They’ll all be whipped. Such fun again. The sword, my friend! Where are the archers? Hey, Baron Game you won’t learn to read now. I can’t teach you, bowwow. How can I do it? No way now. Baron Pampa del Baono of Arkanar wasn’t tried by the Big Royal Court. Neither was he killed by the poison of the mountain bee or executed on the square. He was just pierced with a dozen of arrows and thrown on a pile of trash. Rotten turnips and sour cinnamon were dumped on top of him. At night, paupers will rip everything off his huge, strong white body. Let me go! He’s pulling the rope on purpose. Where did we stop, Budakh? It’s impossible to talk like this. Let me go! Where did we stop, Budakh? It’s impossible to talk like this. Where did we stop, Budakh? It’s impossible to talk like this. I asked questions, you didn’t answer. I asked you, what would you do if you were a God? I wouldn’t have any problems urinating. Damn it, they won’t let us talk. I wouldn’t have any problems urinating. Damn it, they won’t let us talk. But that’s heresy Game More, more. But that’s heresy Game More, more.



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