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Republic!

New witness reveals the secret republic soldier hiding dormant as part of the rebel scum, hellbent on destroying the empire from within by letting their jewfro grow freely like a wild hanakkuh bush blazing out of control with gifts to keep the young semites at bay while their parents escort them through two decades of educational torment where the real lessons are learned on the battlefield ironically referred to as the playground, a war torn cement oven range where fresh eggs are cracked and stir fried into a medley of indiscernible drones ready to collect the nectar for the queen without ever questioning the royal jelly poisoning them into submission. Hail! The republican!
The roman soldier decked in iron and brass to spare hunts the rebels day and night, refusing to submit truth and reason as viable sources of honor in battle. The rebels survive by never staying dormant for too long, always fleeing the scene when the thermite canisters dispense unprejudicial justice simply to torment the inn keepers harboring sanctuary to the misfit brigade of rebel elitist scum. Hail to the republic monarchy.

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