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Wouldn't ye know it, every time ol' Hansel wants to take a moment to relax and reflect upon his life, the powers that be give him another job.
Me gots to think, come on! Ye know what I be saying? Come. On.
So, these here greater lava spiders are causin' a ruckus o' some sort. Oilfist says they shoot fire out their... erm, yea well, anyway, such things upset the children.
I guess we gots to kill 'em. Rather, ye gots to kill 'em.
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Was he right? Does it come out their rumps?
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<Hansel sneezes.>
I think I'm gettin' a cold. Damn this frigid climate!
