ACKSHUN

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Once upon a time in a land far, far away, there lived a valiant blue knight who rode atop a steed made out of orange iron. He was a mighty knight, and had slain many in battle.

But one day, an evil imp by the name of VINCENT. V. VINESON came out of the wooded forest glen and did several thousand dollars worth of damage to the muscular knight's equipage.

The brave knight took off after this vile svartálfar and soundly beat him to within an inch of his life, and also sprayed numerous effusions from his stomach upon the foul defiler of his sweet ride, because of the contemptible reprobate's noxious particulate matter.

Several days later, it came to the mind of the knight exactly who this wretched daemon might have been, and so, dear reader, he went to confront him.

Max knocked on Vinnie's door.

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That was worrying. He had wondered what happened to the rest of his team during the week, but none of them seemed to remember. Or at least, if they had, they weren't speaking up about it. For a moment Vinnie was in thought, contemplating the possibilities.

Finally, he muttered, "If I tell you, y'have to promise not t'tell him."