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FAMINE chuckled "A good curry, it's what keeps my world turning" WAR sat at the table "Spices, it's like fighting a war with every mouthful, sweating, shaking, full of bravery & focus" DEATH grinned "To murder a curry, sadly I last ate in the middle ages, but I love the smell" WAR groaned "Latrines"
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