Ouch... You called down the wrath of Yog-Sothoth upon me? Man, that's harsh. Now I'm missing an arm. My hair has turned to grape jelly. my tongue is upside-down. One of my eyes is twice the size of the other. My fingernails have turned to frozen methane. And I think I've sprouted a testicle. Good job, Lindsey.
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