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... y made in his mothers basement in the fucking eighties! Thats why!
--About modern printers, 2057
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Its going to have to be a custom job for each one.
I frowned, but it made sense.
I had three cars sitting before me and five armoured vans. The cars were all sharp angles and boxy frames. They looked like they could move fast and punch through reinforced walls with ease. The kind of overly manly design language that got the little knobs of cops around the w ...
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