You, crazy orange dudes, are my heroes. If I were in your sandals, partying like it was 1999 BC, and a giant mechanical steel-plated pterodactyl flew overhead, I would be soiling myself in a corner of the hut.
But you grab a bow and arrow. Awesome.
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Monday, June 2, 2008
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