Drake The Enemy

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It's that time of year again. Drake is snuggled in the corner completely content, well fed, and wearing a gigantic grin across his smug face. He, that I've noticed, hasn't scratched himself all year. Bastard

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[bienvenida]

Ha! You have just secured my future....

*runs off to invent Frog Flea Powder*

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*tries to run faster to the patent office*