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The hero of our story has fallen ill. The villain has won and the world is thrown into bleak and utter despair.

Our savior is lethargic.

He is gripping his stomach like it’s going to fall out.

And he’s never going to eat McDonalds ever again.

Damn you, ridiculously cheap and convenient beef mouth pleasure.



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