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Manic Mustard [11:25 P.M.]: tell me something about you that i dont know
Manic Mustard [11:25 P.M.]: it can be anything
iamjakesfastbike [11:25 P.M.]: I'm a vampire...like, the original vampire
iamjakesfastbike [11:25 P.M.]: your turn
Manic Mustard [11:26 P.M.]: uhhh...
Manic Mustard [11:26 P.M.]: I am an undercover african mistic named Jubayawe
iamjakesfastbike [11:27 P.M.]: hey now...I thought we were being truthful
Manic Mustard [11:27 P.M.]: oh we are
Manic Mustard [11:28 P.M.]: unless you aren't really a vampire?
iamjakesfastbike [11:28 P.M.]: I'm a vampire...
iamjakesfastbike [11:28 P.M.]: I wanna hear about you being an African mystic then
Manic Mustard [11:29 P.M.]: okay...when I was a young girl, living in the small tribe of gubiyonga...there was a head priest of our gods and I always brought water to him when the sun peaked above the large jumawe tree
Manic Mustard [11:30 P.M.]: from then on, every afternoon I brougth him water because he was too old to get it himself
Manic Mustard [11:30 P.M.]: it came to the point when he was too old to even move, so I killed the zebra and antelope for him and cooked his meals
Manic Mustard [11:31 P.M.]: on his death bed, he told me the secret of the village and our gods and I have guarded it with my life ever sicne then...someday I will return to Africa, but only when I can be assured that my people may know the truth
Manic Mustard [11:32 P.M.]: what say you
iamjakesfastbike [11:32 P.M.]: I like that story
Manic Mustard [11:32 P.M.]: thanks
Manic Mustard [11:32 P.M.]: its a very true story
iamjakesfastbike [11:32 P.M.]: of course.
YAY!