I threatened (or at least hinted at such a threat) and now I bring it down upon your poor, unfortunate heads so like the sharpened axe it is, shining bright and sterile in the piercing summer sun. Maybe you can't hear it through the network lines, but it whistles as it descends
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mmhm.
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