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flonto orp eek ah-ah. 010228
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florescent light weirdo 010301
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god iy yup yup toonallo squillo. horp. 010301
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eep! szbing?
Ngow?

whoa!
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flonto ngow ool 010506
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twang flarcho vator yip, mornck squillo.

niy trowel squidlery
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nocturnal confused what the hell is this crap?! 010507
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god we are corrupting all known and unknown tongues into a confusing mess of nonsense. 010528
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nocturnal good. I keep trying to figure out some pattern and it's just not happening. I damn near drove myself nutser than I already am...and nobody wants that. 010528
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god it's just nonsense now, but someday... 010529
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yon it's all just lovely glossolalia 010529
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paste! good prophesy god (duh?). tuba.
someday over the all purpose cleaner, we will be free beans, free to scroulch on walls, drum puppy_gum and wallow in the porcupine that is our skin. save the pancakes! support the neologistocracy!
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tuba and triangle freak WORD 010804
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Gollum ting tang whalla whalla bing bang 010804
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the repeater ...
paste!

the Great Barrier Reef in my pants
is watching your every move 011113
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paste! nooshi pluck it formally, form! from the depths of the tocll, to the shores of prooz, we glurp glurp glurp. not changing? try it. try the vestibule of choosy cocoa. 011202
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tonya chicken_you_love_scahu 011217
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cube Go ahead - I dare ya! Say something that makes sense...
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oon colostometeor 030409
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User24 squidgeplop finkledoink. 030409
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Dafremen "we will be free beans, free to scroulch on walls, drum puppy_gum and wallow in the porcupine that is our skin. Free the pancakes!"

You did it again paste!
Geezus...I can't stop laughing. If I stop drinking this milk will it stop coming out of my nose?

oon flavtor nlong!
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Strideo Oon is an Eternal Squire and a member of the Lightning League in the service Jayce. He is a small empty suit of armor animated by magic and his favorite weapon is his "magic" lance although it seems to be an ordinary lance.
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