Billy Hatcher and Bantam's Big Black Cock
By Logan Paul
Table of Contents
Chapter 1: Rolly HATCHES a plan
Chapter 2: Chick and his massive dick
Chapter 3: Billy the cuckold
Chapter 4: Chick joins the Nazi Party to take over Morning Land
Chapter 5: Bantam and his favorite De
Chapter 6: Bantam scrambles everyone
Chapter 7: Communism under the Bowser regime
Chapter 8: The "Googity-Goo"
Bibliography
Chapter 1
Rolly Hatches a Plan
It was a a brisk day in morning land. The sun was shining and the crows were all but gone from the genocide enacted by Billy and his friends. Everyone's favorite ginger heroine was taking a stroll. She hummed "Bouncin' On My Dick" by Tyga as she bounced through forest village in her pink chicken outfit. Suddenly she herd a noise in the bushes. It was Chick! And he was…fucking an egg?!
"Oh yea, yoke me…" moaned the estatic and fully erect midget boi. Rolly was stunned! She had never thought that Chick had a dick! Especially one that was half his height! It was as if he was part turtle, which as Darren Naish says in "Terrifying Sex Organs of Male Turtles" (2012) when he states, "It is perfectly normal for turtle species to have a penis that is half their length."
Rolly wondered to herself if she should interrupt, to see if she could get a taste of everything that was centered around Chick's massive dick. After all, seeing all this gave her a hard-on, and although her bulge wasn't as impressive as Chick's, it was certainly better than her cuckold of a sugar daddy. Her bulge grew and grew, until it hit some of the leaves in the bush she was hiding in! Chick turned torwards the noise, and saw Rolly and her rock-hard penis. Chick stopped what he was doing and angergerly marched towards the red-head.
Chapter 2:
Chick and his Massive DICK
As Chick, mad as a crow, marched towards our heroine(?), his massive penis swayed from side to side, slapping anything in its path, including an unfortunate squirrel. He grabbed Rolly by the bulge and pulled her out of her hiding place.
"What the fuckity fuck do you tjink you're doing?" Chick smoldered at Rolly.
"No-Nothing…", Rolly replied, her erection continuing to grow.
"Why the fuck do you have a PEN15?" Chick asked, stunned by the petruding shaft that was now poking his chest.
"I mean, there's only one gender Chick. Women don't exist, you know that." Rolly coolly replied.
"Gosh darn, you're right!1!" Chick exclaimed. "So you like my dick huh?" Rolly nodded. "But aren't you and Billy a thing?" Chick asked. "I know I have some fucked up kinks, but I could never do that to my best friend!"
Rolly laughed, "Billy has the weirdest fetish of them all! He likes watching other men fuck my tender ass! I bet that he's in one of those trees right now, jerking off his pencil dick 'cause he knows what's about to happen."
Billy was in fact, watching this unfold, butt we discuss this in chapter 3.
"So what is about to happen?" Chick grinned, his erection coming back.
Chapter 3
Billy the cuck
As mentioned before, Billy was in fact, watching form a tree, painting his little fence post, and could hear everything. He blushed at the fact that his and Rolly's relationship had progressed to where they knew what eachother were likely doing without telling each other. Billy knew that Chick fucked an egg every Tuesday at exactly 3:37 pm, and that Rolly's stroll today would lead her right to Chick and his massive dick. As Rolly stripped off her little pink dress, she also knew that Billy jerked off in the woods on the half-hour, and had hoped to surprise him with an acorn up his poop-chute. Billy was also pleased with the fact that Chick had estentially politely asked if he could fuck the only person Billy had ever loved. Billy thus, cried tears of happiness as he cleaned his pipe, leading to a very sad sight in full honesty, but hey, not as sad as the life of the stupid bitch who is writing about this. Jesus fuck I want to die.
With Rolly, now in her birthday suit, Chick went to work on making that ass into a cavern. He pumped in and out like a fucking hydraulic piston and with the vigor of hawk diving at its prey. As Rolly looked at her stomach, she could she Chick's giant piece of meat sliding in and out, and she roared out in pleasure at this never before felt eroticism.
At this Billy whispered to himself, "Oh well, time for the wand to cast a spell." And ejaculated. The only spell that happened was the traumatic dumping of Billy's dna onto the egg below, which was almost broken and shaking. The Clippen inside wanted nothing more than to be aborted. Billy was disappointed in himself-he hadn't lasted his usual 46 seconds. He cursed at himself, and felt like his game was over. He needed to sexually overpower something. But what else could satisfy his desires? Then he saw a golden glow, and some yellow arches from his treetop encampment. It was the local McDonalds, but it was closed for the week after Era Gecko raped three kids inside of the play area and jizzed in the happy meals. Billy hopped down from his tree-not taking any fall damage-and walked towards the restaurant. When he arrived, he saw it. The only thing he could dominate in any manner. It was a statue of Ronald McDonald, sitting on a bench, with his usual happy clown grin. Billy unzipped his pants and went to work. He slid his junk all over that whore of a clown's face, and, after chiseling a tiny hole in Ronald's ear, fucked the statue. Never before had Billy enjoyed himself so much, and after he finished up, this time yelling "this may be gay, but here's my D-N-A!", he vowed to return everyday. Not even seeing Rolly get her holes filled by Chick could pleasure him as much as that one bbrisk afternoon, with Ronald, the whore, McDonald.
Chapter 4
Chick joins the Nazi Party
An hour had past since Chick's love session with Rolly, and he was pondering it. No, not that sexual act of it, but the political aspect. This was the first time he had been with a fellow white person. Sure, he had fucked many refugees trying to escape the Sonic fanbase, but none of them had ever bbeen of the true AYRAN race. He loved it, and felt as though all white people should be able to feel that power, that control, THAt DOMINATION, he had felt when thrusting into a rather complacent Rolly. Explicitly, he also wanted to fuck over all of Morning Land, and as a helper in its liberation-having achieved like 6 or 7 emblems of courage for Billy's cause, felt as though it was the obligation of every citizen and dweller of morning land to take a nice, long seat on his nice, long cock. Chick quickly took out a sharpie, drew himself a shitty mustache, donned a yellow armband, and began practicing public speaking.
Fast forward a wekk, and Chick had made some serious progress. Now with a full three members-himself, Billy, who was just happy to be there, and Rolly, who agreed for another ride on Chick's Big, Green Tractor. She could go slow, she could go faster. Now that Chick had the police force on his side, he could begin his persecution of non-white and non-human beings of Morning Land, otherwise known as everyone else. However, Chick realized he could never sway Bantam. Bantam loved everyone and everything, and would denounce the violence if he found out. But no one had seen our favorite giant kid person. Chick, deciding that Bantam had likely just pulled off the greatest dip of all time, proceeded with his plan, and plunged Morning Land into a different kind of darkness, one that would surpass the gruesomeness of even Nanking.
But where was Bantam? When the world needed him MoSt?
Chapter 5
Bantam and his favorite De
As his eyes opened, Bantam saw the beautiful sun, rising above the Andes. He was in Chile, but he wasn't Chilly. No, he was keeping quite warm with the help of his lover, King Dedede. Bantam sat up-he was completely naked, and saw his fuck buddy-also naked-lying asleep next to him. This affair was better than the one with Wario, but none could compare with the one night stand that Bantam had with Waluigi. Bantam stretched, and his massive, dark, meat stick drew attention to itself. He had more morning wood than any of the Redwoods in the Pacific northwest of America.
"Rwyf am farw" spattered King Dedede, still sound asleep. Bantam smiled at this and got up. When his feet planted, his elephant trunk sized piece of man meat swang from side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side. He grabbed the nearbyb towel-the one he had thrown to the side when their glorious love session began-and covered himself the best he could. With this, his nuts still hung out from the bottom like two apples from a tree, but instead of being bright red, they were a chocolaately brown. Suddenly, a Waddle Dee stormed in.
"Your grace!"
King Dedede shot up in a flash, his hairy chest still dripping in Bantam's steaming, white, man sauce. "What the fuck is it?! I was in the middle of getting my Kingly beauty sleep! I should send you to the guillotine!"
"Babe, you…uh…got something on your…" Bantum said to his lover, gesturing at his chest. Dedede noticed the stain of white slime across his pecs.
"Oh…I…um…" Dedede muttered. "Well, um…what is it soldier?" He quickly spat regaining composure.
"Our embassy was invaded last night by the National Socialist Party of Morning Land. There were no survivors. It appears as if Morning Land has taken a more, well, Fascist route under Chick Poacher." The Waddle Dee loyally responded, staring blankly in attention.
"That's outrgous, AN ACT OF WAR!" Dedede was furious, as he should be. "Raise an army, and don't come back until I have that rascal Chick's head on a spike!"
Bantam rushed to his lover. "I'm sure there's a more peaceful way to settle this matter." Always the gentle giant, (not in bed tho) Bantam sought to restore peace to the world. After all, he had single handingly made Syria a peaceful democracy, ending the refugee crisis, and restored social freedoms to China and North Korea. This, all in one day, as his flight to Santiago was leaving the next day.
"What about the Boolin' Bolsheviks?" Waddle Dee said. "They're forming a covert ops team to dispose of the regime."
"Let me join them, and I'll personally see to it that your Kingdom gets the justice it deserves", Bantam said, soothing his lover. (a pretty thicc boi)
The penguin Monarch sighed. "Alright, that would be better than risking anymore lives of my people. But be care ful babe, I want you back later." Dedede said, lustfully licking his lips in lust lustfully. Bantam dropped his towel, reexposing himself, and redressed into his LEGENDARY CHICKEN SUIT HELL YEAH. But he still had a boner, so the latex stretched, trying to contain it. As Bantam ran out, Dedede sat up. "I have a job for you" looking at the Waddle Dee. "I need you to clean me up, go use that towel over there" Dedede ordered, pointing to the towel Bantam just dropped.
"Buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo." Said the Waddle Dee for no particular reason.
Chapter 6:
Bantam Scrambles Everyone
It was snowing, BUT ALSO RAINING. Bantam skrrt skrrted up to the Boolin' Bolshevik's headquarters. He was greeted byb Ravi, who sucked his toes clean in a record 2.407 seconds. He proceeded to make his way to the headquarters, were he was met by Bowser and Sleeg.
"Where is the spec ops team?" Bantam asked, wondering why everything was so ramshakly and bare.
Sleeg held up a mirror. "you're looking at 'em".
Bantam was angeryey. "The heckity heck is this?"
"Watch your language boy-o" Sleeg "We are communists, you think we understand economics?"
"Well actually, I consider myself more of a democratic socialist" Bowser muttered. "Any-whoo0oo, I'm going to handling the political side of this, to make sure that Morning Land's puppet provisional government is stable until it can truly transition into the socialist utopia I have faith it can be." Bowser announced, delusional as usual.
"Look, you're going to be our boots on the ground, especially because Morning Land's army are frightened chickens, and I mean that in a literal sense. I'm sure you can deal with Captain Cuckold, The Tranny Wammy, and the midget Fueher." Sleeg told Bantam.
"Alright, when am I going in?" Bantam asked, still rock hard from his encounter with Dedede. (something Bowser still masterbates to today)
It had taken a solid 2.5 hours for bantam to sneak onto an unguarded beach with the Circus Hat. The only defense he had against the sharks was his erection, which was still erect as ever and even more solid than the 2.5 hours, as mentioned. As Bantam pushed his egg onto the shore, he felt a chill in thr air, and not because it was snowing AND RAINING. There was a grey to the air, and there was little life in sight-forest village seemed so desolate and dead. Bantam searched for fruit, he needed some for his egg, but there was none in sight. He pressed on into the forest until he heard a noise. It was Rolly! And she was…fisting herself?
"eeeeeeeeAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA i" moaned Rolly. She quickly spotted Bantam, because, you guessed it, he was still erect.
"What are you wearing Rolly?" Bantam asked, noticing her new yellow armband.
"Nothing silly!" Rolly flirtatiously said. Her chicken suit was on the ground, but she was still wearing her Party Membership band. "Oh you mean this, this is just what Chick gave Billy and I to feel better about his power. God he's just so adorable with his massive dick! But now that you're hear…" Rolly crawled towards our hero and his package that resembled that of an entire Nigerian village. "Now I won't have to settle for Chick-his is nice, but nothing compares to yours 3"
"Look Rolly, I don't have time for this right now, I have to stop Chick from continuing his genocidal tendencies!" Bantam insisted.
"I can help you get an audience with mein fueher, on one condition…" Rolly smiled. She brushed her tits against his cock, and began jerking herself. Bantam sighed, and pulled down his trousers, and his penis pooped out into Rolly's mouth. Bantam grabbed Rolly by her hair and pulled her close.
"Listen here you fucking cumslut, I will suffocate you right fucking now if you don't stop this nonsense. Traps are gay, and I ain't into that, and this is coming from a guy who has fucked 4 dudes in the past week! I can cum on command, and if I do, you will drown, understand?" Bantam snarled.
"mmffghh" Rolly noised, maybe, I dunno, she had Bantams cock in her mouth after all.
"I'll take that as an understanding." Bantam said as he unsheathed his cock from Rolly's mouth. "How about this, I'll fuck you after this is all over, but only if you help me out. Rolly happily agreed, and dressed herself.
"Hey, take some of these melons for your egg. I was saving them to hatch a Clippen so I'd have some free lubricant, but now that I'm no longer pleasuring myself…" Rolly gave Bantam some cantaloupes she had stored in her bra, and proceeded to throw her blue egg of the edge. The Clippen inside screaming in pain upon impact with the ground. Bantam pocked the melons, and he and Rolly proceeded through the forest. What they didn't know was that Chick's loyal spy, Cuck-1 (Billy), was watching, and of course masterbating. He was pissed at Bantam-Bantam didn't fuck his girlfriend! Billy had gotten hard, and Bantam not doing it with Rolly left him with balls as blue as the recently aborted egg. Billy qickly reported back to the fueher of Rolly's treachery, making Chick so angery he popped a blood vessil on his dick.
Finally, our duo made it to the egg palace, now the Palace of POWER. The Giant Egg statue was replaced with one of Chick's cock. They walked into the courtyard, but Chick and his sex-slave Billy were there to meet the too, Chick's shaft was already drawn.
"Rolly you are a traitor to the state and will be punished swiftly as such." Chick boomed. "As for you, Bantam, I am here to prove that size does not matter, and that even though my stature may be small, the dick of Chick is the greatest!" Bantam unzipped his black latex trousers and let his dong hit the ground like a fallen python. It was smaller than Chick's. "Hah! I knew it!" Chick cried. BBut then it grew.
"Oh Chick, you silly-dilly. My willy was flaccid." Bantam laughed in response. And heck did it grow, until it towered over Chick and Billy, causing the later to crawl away. "Omae wa, mou shindeiru." Bantam said, glaring at Chick.
"…nani…" Chick whimpered, his erection receding into his body.
The python fell again, but this time, on top of Chick, crushing and paralyzing him permanently. As he did that, Rolly hatched Bantam's egg, and out came Boscus, who tied up Billy as he ran around, running into walls as per usual. With the regime now fallen, and the successor tied up, it was easy for the rest of the Boolin' Bolsheviks to set up a provisional government. Come election day, only one party ran, the Communist Party of Morning Land (CPML), and won by a landslide of 35% (60% abstained, Chick voted for himself, and Rolly's ticket was covered in too much cum to be legible). Life under Bowser Communism was about to begin.
Chapter 7
The Koopalings and I have taken over Morning Land
Revolutionary fever was widespread and killed another chunk of the population due to the subsequent starvation. Yeah, 0-100 real quick. The people were discontent and blamed the provisional government that Bowser had established. The "government" was a puppet, which each province of Morning Land being governed by one of Bowser's koopalings, who were acting as viceroys for the Koopa Kingdom as it extended the reach of its shell curtain over the world. Nonetheless, the comrades of Morning Land felt entitled to the peace and prosperity they deserved and wished for the return to the Confederacy that preceded Chick's Nationalist regime. Speaking of, Chick had not been arrested for his actions, rather the punishment Bantam had dealt to him during their fateful battle was deemed punishment enough, mostly because most of Chick's large penis had to be cut off during surgery. When Chick woke up, this prompted him to say "My Dick Fell Off". Now reduced to below average, Chick's time with Rolly's ass was done, Rolly had to find a new source of cum. Although Bantam did furfill his end of the deal, he did nothing more, prompting her to look for Billy. The four protagonists were now separated once more, as Bantam boarded a plane to meet with Bowser about stopping the refugees leaving Morning Land and flooding into his penguin lover's Kingdom, Rolly searched for Billy in the woods as Chick tried to hang himself, but couldn't because he was paralyzed from the neck down.
Rolly treKKKed through the woods and herd a moaning. It was Billy!
"AAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHH!" moaned a horny Billy. Rolly rushed through the brush to her lover, but to her surprise, saw him fucking the Ronald McDonald statue from earlier. The statue looked quite different from before, as it was now covered in multiple layers of semen. Billy's semen, to be exact. Rolly was frustrated, that was HER cum!
"BIELLEH" Rolly bellowed loudly, causing Billy to ejaculate all over himself in surprise.
"Rolly, the fuck?" Billy exclaimed, still surprised and covered in his own layer of protein infused vanilla frosting.
"That's my cum! Now get over here and pump a second load into my mouth!" Rolly screamed at Billy.
"Well…actually…um…" Billy nervously murmured, "That would be load number twenty-six for today…"
"What?! Are you telling me that there are twenty-five newly coats of white paint on that FUCKING clown?!" Yllor seethed
"Yes"
"Well you better get stroking again or I'm fucking your asshole." Rolly warned.
"HEY! You know I'm sensitive about my asshole." Billy responded.
"Yes, and non-consensual sex is not ok whatsoever." Rolly said looking off towards a non-existent camera, as if an audience was listening to this right now.
"Right, so I'll get stroking." Billy said. The result of this would be a puff of white powder that would land all over Rolly's face.
Meanwhile, Bantam was also finishing, but not over someone's face. No, Bantam had just concluded his meeting with Bowser, which bore no fruit. Bowser had no intention of giving up a state that he essentially had complete control over. Luckily, Bantam had a plane. He grabbed his EggPhone and called up his friends.
Bowser was asleep in his bed, holding his favorite Koopa Kid Plush , dreaming about his glorious N64 animated body. He was so deeply asleep that he didn't hear his bedroom door open, nor the pitter patter of 3 pairs of feet and a full body cast enter the room. Suddenly, the lights were turned on, and Bowser sat up, quite started.
"συγfuckingνωμη?"
"Your mom the mega triple gay" Said Rolly.
"No-", Bowser tried to retort, but Billy shoved what Bowser thought was flour into his mouth, stopping him from finishing that line.
"Enjoy my freshly made powdered milk! Straight from my nutsack!" Billy yelled gleefully, happy to be useful for once, even if it meant that his nuts resembled dried raisins because of his subsequent actions.
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͙͉͈͍ͣ͗͜͞ư̝̮̥̠̞͎̯͊̋ͨ̎͛͐̽̊͟ḽ͚̼̗̦͉͛̈̄͢ͅt̢͔͎͖ͫ͊̔ͬ̊͆r͉̎̒͌ͩͧ̎̀͜͝i̸̼̘̿ͮ̈ͤc̢͉͈̞̮̹͉̹ͨ̀̒ͪ̓̀͡i͉̼̩̞̯͚̣̹͐̈͛̌͛ͪ͒̾͟͞e̸̶̼͕̪͇̗̱̅ͭ̇s̘̜̜̠̓́ ̵̨͙̮̩ͭ̚ͅl̲̱̬̻͓̤̭̾̄̇͠a͖̫̼͙̙̒c̙̦͙̐̅ͦ̕͞ụ̙͇́ͧͣͫ̈́ͪͦ͋ͣs͙̺̑̔̃̔̀͆ͤ́ ̰͖̤͇͔̼͎͔ͮ̒̌͗̈a͎̗̯̬͒l̜͕̟̦̝̣̞͕͒ͬͦ͠i̴̦͍̮̟̜͎ͫͪ͑͛̇̑q̹̯̝͎̦ͦͩ̅͡ü̬̦̲̾̌̊͘͞͝e̹͕̅ͩ͝t̶̶̹̱̺̭̑̾̄̉́̂͞ ̲̯̩̬͈̪̙ͬ͋͂̉ͮi̋̑̈̇ͦ҉͍a̗̤̰̭͍̝̼̜͙̐ͩ͜c̡̞̘̟ͥ͡u̴̡̟̟̠̲͈̣͓̠̟̇͂ͪ͗̍̈́̍̃̓͠l̡̳̳̖̥͍̀͐͂̄͆͂͑͗́ị̵͍̪ͪ͞s̶͈̗̳̉ͬ̇ͨ̃̀͢ͅ.̶̨̰͍ͨ̿́̋ͣ ̑̈́̌́ͪ҉͏̬Ǎͣ̔͂͐͌ͫͥ҉̘̮͇̫͍̲̻̗ẽ̤͈̝̘̖̼̦ͅn͔̰͙̂̾́̈́͆̑ͤͣe̤̣̜̞̎ͫͫ̂́a̵̧̬̠̮͓̠͆͂̾͘ṉ̩͙̂̎͟ ̪̯͑ͧ̇ͣͦ͟͟͝p͓̀ͥͥ͌ͧ̅͛̔́͝o̠̗̖͙͚̖̦͍̓̒̒̽͌̎͟r̰̣̬̅̓t̢̪͍̦̠̜̖̘͍͕̀ͥ̀ͤ̉̅͆͜a͆҉͕͉̳̫̞̠̭͚ ̴̙̹̹̬̤͓̂̍ͥl̛̠̱͚͋̇̒ͤ̄̎̑ͪ̕a̶̍̄̽͂ͬͮ͂̃͠͏̖c̡̪̠̜̗̼ͨ̅̄̂̕i͂̀̅ͩ҉̼͓̜͚͕nͫ͋͂̃͑ͧ̀͝͏̷̲̖i̷̡̝͔̳̞̜͈ͥ͋́̑̽ͫͣͥ̓͞a̢̪̣̠͚̺̪͔͌ͫ͠ ̵̱̫̺͖̂͗ͭ͟l̶̉̊̓̈́́҉̜̯̺̺̠͎̬i̷ͩ͒̓̑̽͏̢̬̹̳̟͈̫͕g̡̣̘̯͚̜̱̱̦ͤ̆͡ũ̖̝̱̟͉͇̱ͦ͛ͫ̓̉̔̊l̢̢͕͇̼̠̫̉ͫ̔͒ͨ̉ạ̪͎̪͇̣̩͓̤̾̂̓͟,̈́̈̍ͮ̑͂͜҉̼̦ ̨̩̺͕͇͒ḋ͎̻͕̙̰͇̟̥̩ͩ̄ͭi̠͎̝͓̮͖͔ͧ̓̓̒̋ͬ͜ĝ̡̉ͪ̓͂̾̊҉̬n͕͐̄͆ͫ̏̆͋̕i̤̼͍̭̹̲ͮ͋ͅͅs̸̡̱̬̬̙̬̞͈̖ͨ̔̃ͣ̽̃̀́s̶̩͑́͆̓̔ͤ͛̽̀ͅiͧ͗̄̋͝҉̹͍͍͇̣̣̟̜ͅm̫̐ͣ͆ ̛ͭ͒̾̈͛҉̘̞̩f̣͍ͮ͋̈́ͬͤ̅́̈́̊͜a̢̙̲̱̳̥̍̉̾u̟̖͖̣̗̺͋ͩ̂̅͡c̵̴̩̋͑̓̋̍ͣͤ̈́͡ĩ͌͆ͬ́̏̚҉̼̼b̋ͧ҉͏̠̪ͅu̡̜̪̱ͦͧ̃̑ͮ̇͜s̺͎̩͐̀͛ ̝̦̻̜̋ͣ͗̓͠ĕ̩̙̠͈̭̌̚r̢̼̣̮̦̳͚͖͂̍͑ͭ̏̋o̧̱̹͍̣̪̗͎ͪͦ̈́̋̔ͪͨ̄͞š̷̭͙̫̤̹̟̞̺̩̔͂ͣͬ̈́̀͡ ͓̣͔̳̹̽̃̋͆̓ͣp̢̠̼̻͍͇͙̮͖̀̎̾̾ͪ͋ͧ͜ͅu̸̞͔ͮ͗́́̀͢ͅl̵̦͔̺̐̇̊̽́ͥ̂̽̀͡v̷͕̠̯̣͎̺̟͊́̈̆͌̑͋į̶͎̽͠ṋ̸̎ͦ̊͗͛̽̀͟a̠̹̤̹̫͕̤͌̓ͤ̐̔ͭ͆̋ͣr̡͇̺̣̪ͨ̂̂ͧ̀ͅ ̷̞̜̼̗̅̈́̐̾͠i̷̪̝͇̥͌̾ͪ̕ͅn͇͎̻̠͍̪̜̩ͪͧ̉̎̀̀̚͟.̷͎̮̣̼̅̎ͫ͑̈́͝ ̼̻̊̿̀͊ͨ̕S͍͑̍̒͑̇̈́̊͛͜e̶̢͚͇͔͇ͮ̓͌͂͋̀ͮ͛d͑̃͊̋̃ͭ͐̾̈҉̘̘̖͠ ̝̀ͯ̇̔̈͆́͞e͎͍͉͍̠͚̾̄ͦ͊ͧͅl͓̼̼̹̼̣̣͐͆ͨͪ́̾̚͢e̴̵̳͊ͬͧͨ͢m̈ͫ͏̨̬̗̭e̵ͯ̃̈́̂̇̂̀̔͘͏̰̥̰̳̪͎̟n̰̩̖͎̳͋̐̇̈́̂͘t̲͎̟̽̄̋͐ͯ̾̀u̡͈͙̰̥̺͚̞̺̞ͨͮ͛ͦ͑͑͂̚͢m̜͎͎̬̟ͥ̔́͘ ̭̭̽̄ͦ͢v̧͕̰͚͆ͭ͋̃̓̒́̂͠ę̴͙̫͍̓̊̽̄l̞̗͒̊͒̌ͫ̓ͯ̊̎i͈̖̱̹͓͋̽͒ͦͪ͘͞ţ̤̜͖͇̔̾ͭ̎ ̸̡̙͔ͩ̍n̗͈͍̖̖̈́̔̿͛ͮ͆e̥̖̻̭̝͍̫͋͆͑c̜͓͛ͩ ͔̖͉̑͂̏ͬ͌͆e̵͇̼͇̩̘͉͙̲̦ͦͪ́̊͜r̡̩̠̰͖̘̞̮̠̻͑̚͢ơ̻̜̅ͧs̫̟̼͚̞̘͎̒̍ͫ ̵̧͎̟̳̞̘̤̫ͯ̿c̴̞͎̗͚̹̭͕̜̉ͤ͢͞o͋ͯ̇ͩ͆͏̱͉̖́n̜͙̫̥̪̭ͮͧ̓̑̄dͧ̑̇̅҉̸̹̻̼į̭͉̩̟͎͖̤̃ͪ͝ṁ̴̨̬̩̮̭̼͍̌͊͊̄ͥͅe̡̬̪͔̬̗̫̘̎͆ͮ͐͡ͅͅṇ͈̜̟̬̤̞͚̋̈̇̉̃̈̒̐͗͝t̨̬̯̊̏ͬ̄͛̍̾ͣṵ̶̦̹͋̑ͮ̓́m̵͙̗̗̜̫̪̹ͤ͋͛̐ͨ̔ͮ̋̀ ͍ͮ͛ͫ̈ͫ̾͟c̩͙̥̈́ͦ͛̀o̱̤̪ͧ̍ͣn̳̠̙̑̂̋͒́̕͞d̴̰̙̲͉ͤ̃͂̆͂͐̽͋i̛̹̗̞͍͈͐̇̿̚m͔͓ͣ̔̌ͦ͊̎̔͝ȩ̟̟̗̞̭̯͆͑ͦ̑̄ͧ̏̀n̸̵̖̙̙̜̫̩ͮ̽̋͘t̘̲ͨ̐̉͂̌̾̾ͧ͡͠ũͨ̈́͒̈́̅͊̿͏͎̺̞̦͖̙͝ͅm̻̩̹ͥ͐̾̈͟͡.͌ͪ̈ͮͮ̽ͦ͏͔͚̙͔̬̬͎͞ ̐̓̓͆͏͇̙͓̤̫͉͟E̯͙͗ͭͣ̽ͩ͒̀t̨̺̞̳̻͉̩͈̝̔͑́ỉ̢̨̥̜̩͕̩͕͖͂̄̕a̻̰͉̫̠̲͇͌̌̅̚m̨̹̜̤̹̠͒̉͊ͬ͋ͅ ͨͣ̀͝͏̘̠̯̜̣̞̗̳ṽ̤̗͈̙̤̤͆̋̌̆̑e̗̫̘̬͈̪̯̱̔̋ͯ̒̿ͬ̏͌h̷̨͉̲̠͎͍͎̐̃̍ͣ͌̄̚̚i̗̤̼͈̜ͯ̔̀̓ͧ́͞͠c͚̘̩̫̦̫̪̝̽̋ͣ̒͘u̥̪̹̝̜̯̝ͪ̚̚l̲͎̮̩̲͕͇̪ͤ̓̓ͭͫ͛ͨͮ́͠a͍̻̳̩͓̝͇̳̎͑ͭ̅̃͢͝ͅ ̜͕̗͚͉̹̈́̉͘ṷ̧̖̺͙͉̳͌ͭͅr̸͆͐ͭ̌̿̀̚҉̤̝̼̖̲̱n͒͊҉̜̹̮͜ǎ̡̤̥̙̯̮̊̋͒͒ ̖̦̟̠̞ͧ̍̕a̯̹̥̠͑cͮͪͥ̓̆͞҉̼̩̦ ̴̫̫̝̲͚̯͗̍ạ̡͉̗̫̫̤̾̓̿̿̈ͬ́ṇ͙̬͐́ͧ͡ţ̧̩͍̱͔̮͇͔̇̌͑ͅeͮ̿ͪ̽͑ͮ̚̚͜҉͚̜̭̮ ̯̺̼̂ͬ̅̏͌͜ȧ̼̝̣͙̯̠ͮ̈͆̔̃͒͡l̴͔͎̬̬̦̻̭̈́͗̽ͧi̜̤̬̫͓̞͇̅̎̐q̼͍̜̬̟͑ͫͤͨ͊͌ͧ̒̚͝ủ̜͖̞̥̣̰͂͢͢ē̗͓̟̮̰͓̰͉ͭ̓ͩ̌͂͌̓̈́͠t̶͍̼̜̣ͧ̄́,̡̫̻̝͙̞̪ͧ͂̅͆͗̉ͫ̃ ̡̦̱̞̣ͮ͒͐̀̔̔̓a̻̪̫͖͔̔̑́̀͆̾̚͟c͔̖̜̥̫̆ͥ ̸̧̖̜͙ͫ̅͒̆͐̎̒̏ͫh̻̲͋̄̑̿ͩẽ̴̠̻̠̘ͤͭ̀ͅn̛̙̩̓d̪̞͌͌̈r̨͕̤̝̞ͬ̓̽e͕̘̫̿͊̏͑̉ͨ͋́̚̕ŗ͉͎̗͎̜̂̂ͅi̗ͯ̋͋̊͞ţ̟̩̹̼͍̲̝ͮͦͬ̽ͦ̽͋͞ ̴̞͙̜͔̙͈͊̊ͫ̿̂̽́ͩ͠ȩ̩̯̬͈̫̻̯̎ͭ̿̇͑̏͘͝r̡͇̭̤̰̩̤͗͌ͪͨ̀́͠ȍ̶̫͖̹͚̱̀̉͡s͐̇̆ͩ̐ͩͫ̓҉̻͕̟̯͖̦̖̥̘ ̴̨̨̹̩̦͖͓̜̋̆͊ͣ̀̏̑̐̓v̮͕͒̏͑ͯ̄ͦ̍̍ͤ̕a̳̹̲͙̥̘̠ͧ̂̀̅̆̕͢͡r̜̯̳̠͓ͭͪ̋̆̔ͮ͊̌i̸̮ͬ̽ͣͭͤ̃ͧ͌͑͘u̴̦̫̇̊̔ͧs̺̰̞̖̖ͮ̃͋̎̑̚.̹̲̹̥͖͈͖̙ͭ̔̑ ̷̖͎̦̙͙̄͒ͨ̓̔ͬ̌D͓͎̰̳̲̤͎̪̗̈ͦ̄u̗̞̠̦̙̘͈͓͒͗ͤ̇ͣ͊̚i̢̢̪̳͗̋ͥ̄s̙̤̥͉͋ͩ̊ͪ̓ͧ̄͌ ̲̰͉̹̩̜̐͗ͭ̚ͅs̛̯̬̉̉̊o̓͐̂̍ͤͫ҉̨͍̫͚̺͈͍̼l̳͔͔̊̇̍̌͗̔͐̑l̮̳͕͖͔̰̩̱̜ͭ̃̐͊ͨ̇͡i̡̤͍̼͕̯̠͔̣ͦ̆̓̍ͣc͐ͪ̓̍̅͏͎i̼͎̊͐̓t̙̞̼̔́̓͐͜͠͞ů̎͜͏̞͉d͐̓̌̽҉̷̤̗̭̙̕iͨ̏̔ͫͥͮ͑҉͞҉̳̱̞̼͙͙̭ͅn̵͚̮̭͖̪̳͕͇ͯ̋͟ ͉̤͔͓͗̅̄̆͗́ͭ͞s̛͙̥̰̩͚̖͎̗ͥͬ̚͠o͙̗̊̽̀͝d̨̪̗̞̯̼̱̣͆ͦ̂̋͒͆͜͞ă̕͏͙̩̞̰̫͢ĺ̶̵̺̩̪͚̪̣̐͆̇̆͛̋ĕ͕̦͓̝̞͋͛̈́̒̋ͨ̓͟͡s̫̭ͥͥ̄̽͗͋̚ͅ ̯͐̊̈́͑̀͜v̛͖̝͙̤͈̣̱̭̄̀ͅe̶͚͇̟̠̰̋̓̏͋͛̚l̡̨̤̥̝̼̲̬ͧ̈͊̉̃́i̸̧͈͖̦͔͂́̅̍̏̽̓̌ͫͅt͇͔̮͉̝̼͓̅͑ͤ̑ͣͣͅ ̞̘̺̩̣̯͔̒̅̂̈́͜e̝͙͖̤̦͆̆ͪͬͪ͝͡u͖̖̬ͮ̔ͨͬ̐̚ ̺̦͚̲͓̙̖̼̯̍̓ͮf̢̛̘̺̱͓̍̿a͖̮͕͎̹ͦ͂͆ͅͅc̥̗̞͈̠͖͚̥̱͑ͬ͋̽̅̏̓i̢̠̤͙̞̭̙̘̭̾̅̀l̝͖ͤ̍̇͑̃͐̐̇ͬi̠̝̳ͫ̈́̾͌̓̈̉͟s̛͖̱̭͚̰ͭ̉͡ȉ̌͗͑̌͋ͫ͌҉̘͞ş̧̘̲ͭͩ.̴͎̼̳̤̜̮͂̉̃́̎͛͌̉̕̕ͅͅ ̷̩̙͈͔͔͂͐ͭ̈ͧ̋͘͠Cͩͮ̂ͤ̋̍ͩ҉̦̰̟̲͜l̸̮͇̰͚̼͉̂̐̇͛̇̑ͪ̄ͨ͞ã̵̘̬̩͙̓̈͒͝sͣ̋̉̉͆͂̀͝҉̱ŝ̷̛͙̼̭̩̜̠͞ͅ ̷̵̨̱̟͇͓̜͈ͤ̏͊͐ͅa̛͕̳̝̳̯ͯͩ͢p̀̔ͥ̎̚҉̪̣̬̪͓͉͓̹͜͡t̢͉̜̜͌͂̍ͦ̏̕͢e͕͛ͯ̾̒̀̿̔̚̕ͅn̡̦̺̬͇̥̭̆ͧ̄͛ͬ̌t̛̮͈͙̙̤̥͈̯͖̍̑͌̍̎ͪ̌̿ ̵̢̭͇̬̣͔̮̞ͧ̀̄̃ͨ̅ͪ̚ͅt̛͓͎͇͉̪̗͖͋̒ͦ̋͂̑̄͝a̷͎̫̩͛͐ͥ͢c̤̙͎̩͖͈̜̦͆ͩ̏̂͗̀i̞͔̳̟ͭ͗͑͋̓͆ͩ̓́͢t̞͉̳ͪͣͬ̃̊̍̈͟i͚̳̟̞͉͙ͬ̒ͩ̉̍ͯ ̜̟̦͓̠̣͎̜̓ͮ̇ͩ̎s͎͖̯̱̈ͦ͜o̤̬͕̹͇̞ͭͦͣ̏̚͞c̨͈̣̺̲̠̝ͭͪ̀ͨ̌̔̑͂͠͡i̧̅̾ͮ͊̈́̓̀̚͏̖̠̺̹̞̥͚̙o̷͚͙̫̻̿̉̏ͭs̨̨̗̥͛͛̌̎̒͌q̞̾ͥ͑̇ͭ̓ͥ́û̶͔̩̥̤̫̪͎̙̎̒̀͆̂́͡ ̷͙̣̺͆͛͝a̝̖͔̥̞͚̦͗ͩ́ͨͪ̃͑̎d̸̢̹̝̤͉̖̳͍̬̽̋ͪͥ̿̑ͣ͐́͝ ̱̮͇̜̱̒ͧ̆̈́͊̌͞l̽͏̸̭̼͈̲̤̩̭į͉̻ͭ̅ͭ͌̇͛ͫ̐͛ẗ̵̰̪͓̞̼͔̹ͮ̉̈̒͂̿̀ò̂̽̊͏͍͚̪͉̳̖r͓̻̼̹͍̫͐͂̄͟͜͝ͅa̘͈͔̖͓̖͆ͤ̍ͨ̚ ̷͙̫̝̫̣̒̐͗ͫ̽̆̌̈́͝t̠͉̪̜̙̯̖̟̒ͬ̇̈́̑͐̇ͨȍ̵͉̖̰̳̈͐ͣ̇͝r̵̴̓͒͑͐͗ͯ̔҉̲q̖̩̬̲̫̱̥̫̆͋ͦ̽ŭ͈̗͚̗͎̈́͆̎̒̆͑ͦ͟e̵͕͙̭̲͊͒̈́͌͂̑͊̚n̷̶̟̳̣̖̝̮͌͗ͅt́̇ͤ͑͋̌͂̚͝͏̡̙͇̹ ̧̥͎̝͈̤̰̩̦ͮ͑̈́̋̚͝p̶̙̼̼̱̘͍̖̦̾̓̆͂͗̋ĕ̷̻̦̳̠̺̺͎͇̀̇̓ͯ̀r̶̸͙̜͊͑ͪ̿̍́ͩͨ ̛̛͇̩́̐̍ͬͯ̕c̨̠͍̤̣̥̘͚̑ͩ͗̽͐ͯ͢o̢ͪͥ͏͎̤̞̥̤̮̩̯ṇ͕̩̝͕͍ͯͩ̏̽́͒͆̚͢ͅu̵ͣͧ̌͑͐ͣ͐̿҉̯̭̤̘͉b͕̫͙̣͇͐̾̀͠i͒҉̲̳͖̬̟̺̘̼a̛͕̯̠͈̳̽̍ͨ́ ̸̖̗̤̖̉ͪͅñ̛͒̏͒҉͕̝͟o̺̙͔̟̮̮͆̄̃ͭ̑̕ͅs̫̟̞͇͈ͯͧ̀̃͞t̯͈̳̖͙ͥͤ̒ͧ̀r̮̝͔͇̪͎̬͕͂͒ͩ̄ạ̫̪̘͔͌̉̏̅̽̍͊,̫̟̘̥͚͚̱̺͕͋ͥͪ͛̕̕ ͉̰̜͈̥͍̯̃̔̅͒̔͆ͮ̈͞͡p̨̢̩̲̣̳ͬ̅ͨ̂͘e̢̹̹̜̺̩̗̖͔͔ͯ̔ͥ̉̾ͬͤ̆͞r̢̀̐͋ͧ͋͌̅̈́̂͠҉̬̭̲̼͈̥̘̦ ̛̫ͫ́ͬ͐͑̊̈́̎i̜̻̱̣̓ņ̳̹̪̉͘c̶̡̥̱͖̦̻͎̖ͨ̀̕e̵̬͍͍̘̹̬̫̦̓̑̽͞ͅp̶͈̪̒̔ͨ̕͜ț̛̖̮̝̦ͨ̿ͤ͢ǫ̴͉͓͕̦ͬͫͩ͗̈͛ͫ͘s̡̳͍͙͇̼ͫ͑̈́ͤͯ͛͟ ̷̡̦̄ͪͧͩͭ͆̈́̀hͦ͛ͭͫ̽͏̛͙̤̠̰̙͓̭i̟̜̲͔̰̗̍̔͗̄͆͠m̹͓̭̼̥̹̲̥͓̉ͨ̄ͩ̋ͯ̋͋ē̶̫̰̳̱͊̊͌ͤͯ̋ñ̵ͭ̔̚̚͏̨͙͓͕̳͈̳ä̷́ͤ̈́̅̋͛҉̘̤̹͕ͅĕ̵̶͎͔̮̼̤̯̗̜͓ͬ̿̈͝o̢̡͈͎̼̜̭͆̇̓̎̊́͞s̵̹̥̫͕͇̘̍ͫ̔̇ͯ̒̾͑.̴͚̘̞̽͛ͤ͋ ̸̀̔̎̈́͏̠Ṽ̦̲̝̯̹̾ͯ͛̎̾̒͛͞i̶͔̦̺̗͎̘͖̅ͣͨ̈́͒͛̓̉́ͅv̪̝̬̳̹̄̓̓́ä̧͖͈ͬͪͫ̿͛́̚͜m̢͈ͨͫ̎̿̄ͦ͂͂͢u̪̼͍̪̮̝̫ͮͦͪ̕s̨̻̮͇̦̜̯̼͔͆ ̟͍̙̖͇̬̤̍̍ͣs̡͈͓̠̞̺̆̇̑̅̉̍ͬ̚͞͠o͒͠͝͏̼̖͇l̝̗̟̙̖͍̗̼̒ͮ̈́͒̉̋lͫͦ̆̆̋̆͌ͮͅȉ̡̱̳̺̕͞c͚̟̫̓͑̐̓͛̒ͫ͐̚͢ͅĭ̶̹̭̯͕̗̣̠̪̇ͦ̂̎ͯ͊t͊̌͆́̊̓͏̯͖̫̠̝̲̬͟u̴̦̙͍͕̺͈͆ͮ̌̔̇̈̆ͅd̤̩̿̕ì̧̺̠̏ͧ̓̉͗̌n̲̰͒ͨ͞ ̂̇̓͏̖̀m̷̱̉͌ͭ́ḁ̭̙̦̋͒̃̃ͯͩ̾̚s̬̤̟̻̜̠͒̈́ͤs̡̠̭̼͈͔̦͈ͣ͆̄̌̚a͍ͬ͌ ̶̫̬͓̱͕̥̹͎̻ͤ́͞q̼̗̹͔̘̖̼̌ͥ̾̀u̴̹̤̠͎̼̗̒͒̋̎i̷̙̞̣̓͛̐̓̐̓ͦ̐s̻̫̻̭̱̺̬̪ͤ̏́͂ͩ̓ͥ̉͆́͝ ̢͇͖̭̖̖ͨ́̕b̦͈͕͓̞̫̜̳ͣ̾͊̕i̖̣̩̯̖̪̣̬̬̽͘͞b̢͇̩̟͇̹ͬ̊͒̊͛̌ͫ̅͟͡e̡̤̳̱͈̩̮̎̈́ͅn͙̬̖ͣͩ̇͊͘͞ͅd̻̖̳̻̣̤̥̹͂̊̊͌̃͠u̶̦̠̟̰̅̏ͤ̉ͧ̃͆̊͡͝m͒͛ͯ̍̐̊͂͏҉̝̙̙͉ ̷͈̇ͦͤͩ͜f̞͛̀̈́͜͝ͅṛ̃͋̽̊̒̚i͚̯͙̟̞̞̞͇̔̀n̴͓̗̥̖̰͉̒ͨ͒g͓̫̪̝̼̘̐̾͋̅͐͝i̯͍̻̣̘͎͆̒͝ͅl̸̯͕͙̲̖̮̦̽́̿̒͗ͧ͝ͅl̮̐̄́́a̜͙̣͒̽͊́͡.͎͕̥̩͎̬͉̇ͫͩͩͮ͋ͪ͜ ͆͛̓͋ͭ͏̪̰̜͟͞Ḑ̖̪̫ͥ̆̕͝ú̓͆ͫ͊̅ͣ̚̚͢͏̻̘̠̻̟͖̹̟ì̶̎̂͌̕͏̪s̨͍̬̬͎̲̜͌ͤ̾̑ͮ͜ ̛̲͙̱͂ͣ͗͌̓d̡̩̫̭̩̫̱̯ͮͧ̏̊i̟̥̝͖̪̣ͭ̾͌̎ͬ͝g̷̷̥̭͕̹͎̗͌̐̆́̈́ņ̬̗̦͔͚͕̙̏͑̈́̃ͤ́̎ĭ̎̍͐̔̓҉̸̧̤̝̼̘̺s̷̘̓̒̌̏s̜̲͖̜͖̔̊̋̈́ͦ̂ͮ̐ͦ͡ͅȉ̸͎̩̠̝͎̽̌͛̓̀͒̈́͝ͅm̤͕̻͎̺̣̜̞ͯ̀ ͓̝̠͔̺̰̠̘̓͑ị̴̪͙̹ͫ͆͝d̫͇͔͕͙̪̫͙ͩ̀͛ͯ̀̋̓͌ͣͅ ̟̲̝̙͓̔͆̐p̢̓̊͋̆̉̾ͨͮ͏̙͉̖̝̯u͌̉̃͋ͤ̌͋͏̹̰ŗ̷̝͉̠̦͚͉̟̙͊͋̄̆̆͗ͦͭ̊̕ͅu̴͕̞̺̗̟͗ͪ̊͒͗́ş̛̩̜͓̝̘͚̲̿͂ͩͧ̿̍ ̸̴̛̭̬̯̖̙͎͔̩͆̎ͨͦ̇͆ͅa̻̟͔̺̒͆̃ͭ̆̕c̜̼ͨͣͭ̀͝ ̸̢͉̱̞͕͛ͩ̒̀m̲͌̈͛́̽ͫͫ̑ò̙̲́ͤl̤͎̖̣̤͔̊ͯ́͗̆͋̇͆̀e̵̅̆̀҉̱s̴͙͔̣ͧ͐̈͆͋̂ͪͨ́t̹͔͉̘̝̑̈́̎͘͢į̴̇̌̈͂ͧ͏̙̼̜ę̵̻͗͊̉̍͠.̛̥͚̘͕̖̐̿ͣͮ͝
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͇̗̈́ͥ͛̃ͩ̓̒͠F̷̧̙̞̯͂̃͐̂̚͡uͦͪ̒̓ͤͯ̄͏͎s̸̈́͂̔̄̊ͪ̐̽͢͏̝͕̰͈c̹͎͎̈̏ͫ͞ë̷͖̼͖͓͚͇͍̞́̽̅̽͠ ̶̻̠̠̬͓̮̺̖ͤ̎͑ͭ͒͒̊d̬̬ͦ͗̆͊͛̒̓ͯͫi̢̼̠̱̻̩̗͓̱͈̔ͬ̆̉͟c̶̵̼̭͋͛̐̊̓͆ͥͨ̉t̵̫̗͇̔͐̇̓̿ų̴͙̻͙̘͚ͦ̒͌͛̀ͦ̒̽͢m̧̬̱ͮ̇͆̑ͨ ̨͇͚͍̪̭͓̣̩̋̃́ȑ̷̠ͮ̍͂͂̋̅̍̿iͦͩ̎̅ͪ͆ͦͭ̈͏̨̯̞̬̳͕̺s̢̭̤͓ͣ̊̓ͣ͌̀u̶̙̱̮̳̳̤͖͌ͧ͝͞s̵͍̣͔͓̭̉̓ͨ̏̈͂͠ ̡̧̼͈̰͎̙̍̌̆̐́ͅa̓͑͆̄ͭ͏͏̬̳̦̜n̴̖̬͙̪͍̼̥ͨͨ̿̅t̶̡ͯ͛ͦ͆̐҉̩͙͔̘͕̤̗͓e̬͓̦̺̱͖̺̭͗̔̓͗̅͟,̫̗̱̗͚̼̞̅̽̾͋̋ͧ̈̋ ̶̺̖̱̫̹͗̒͋̇̌͑ͨ͛̾n̴̛͙̖͈̤̙͉͙̮̽͛̃ͫ͛̋ͩ̂͢oͭͨͬͧ͏͏̧̗̤͎̝ṉ̴̮͕͓̞̯̯̾ͯͬͬ̀͟ ͈͎̖͖̗̖͈̞͆ͫͬ̇͞p̈́̃̉ͯ̈́҉̸̨̩̰̝͔̥̱̮̙ͅh̘͙͍̜̝͇͍̺̔ͭ̍a̰̜̞̱ͪ̏͑̈́̋̚r̼̱̯͂̏ͣ̌̒ͫ́ë̚͏̺̹t̶̶̰ͭͯ̚͟ṙ͑̀ͧͧ͌̉ͣ҉̢̞͍̞͎a̷̯͉̻̤ͧͣͯͣ̓ͩ̋̒̕ ̹͓͚̅͊͛ͤ͑̍͊͟a͈͓̣̹͗͐̒̂̚n̴̪̰̤̗̺̙͂̇ͩt̸̸̳̱̔ͧ̆ͤ͐̏ͪͫ̚e̴͉̖̙̰̳̞̱̔̌͋̇̚ ̘̬̜̭ͣ͋̒͞c͑ͥ͆̓̄͏̤̙͕ǫ̨̣̤̯̲̳̍̃̊̏̏͌ͅͅǹ̡̛̟̙̽̃͋͂̐ͅd̮̹̲̚͟ͅi̶̵̬̩̻̗̿̂̒ͮ̆͐̿͆m̧͖͇̟̻̻̲̙͎ͤͦͥ͆̓̿̾ě̢̟̪̥͖̫̀̀n͚͖̰̹̽̃̈́̔̀̈́͜t̷̢̹͇̝͈̆̓́͝ŭ̴̺̯͙̿̑ͯm̭̝̝̱̳ͤ̋̇̉͋̕͢ ̠̹̗̦̑ͯͤͫ̂̒͘͜a̟̻͚̘̯̼̐̈́̋ͭͤ̂̆̃͢c̢͓͖̼͎̲̤̜̳̏̀́.̶̞̥͙̺̭ͪ͒̃̆̍̄̕ͅ ̞̘͇̞̝̖͖̮͎ͭ̏̏͆ͦ͆̋̏͠N̘̪ͦͣ̽̒̾a̶͎̞̦̙̯̥̪ͯͣ̔̎ͩͩ́m̞̠̜͔̳̲͙͚̙̎͐ ͩ̊͐͋͠҉̻̭͍̥̰̹̜̺͟s̴̵̡̮̝̯̗̟ͮ̽̾̏ͩ̓a̽̽͐̏̈̉ͨ͜͏̜̖̘̮̥̝g͖̪̋͗ͭ͜͠ḭ̴̛̩͕̪͂ͤt̶̙̞̳̲͓̻ͯ̆̄́͒͡t͈̜͖̘̣ͨ͌̽͆͛i̺̱͓͚ͬͩ̀̚ṡ͙͖̘̘͓̬̩͗̄͢ ̻ͣ͐̑ͦͣ̚͞q͈̣̊͆̌͑̓̉ͅū̲̦̔́͐͊̐ͬͣ̀ĩͥ͋ͤͬ̿̉̑͏͙͍͚s͎̣͔̜̺̘̗̫ͣ̓͠ ̡̮̪̞̅ͧͪ͒ͨ͆̾̄ḽ̴͙̑̌̔̓̈͌̉̈́͘e̝̬͍̩̙̳͈̋͛ͣͥ̈ͤ̒̈̆c̞͕̱̘͚̮̽̿̍ͦ͑̍̌̉ͯt̩̺ͯ̂̎̍̑ͤ͐̓ͅű̶̹̰̲̼̟͎̫́ͦ́͜s͈̬͇̮͉̙ͤ̾̚͘̕ͅ ̴̧͕̣ͬ͠v̸̴̥͉͍͎ͪ̉̾͊͆i͙̪̟̖̭͚̖̺ͦ̾̓́͞t̿͑ͫ̚͏͔̠͚͖ͅä̗̭͖̥̟͕̗̟͈̀ͣ͊̈́́ͪ̐͝ę̷̸͍͍͑̆ ̷̷̠̜̫̪ͨ̉ͨ̊v̢͙̥͙̺̘̩͇̩̋̅̏̑̔̾̕u̴̻͍̖̩̮ͦ͛̾͗ͧ͞l̷̨̫͇̖̰̳̻ͧ͌́p̼̤̟͉̈́̅͂͊̓̄ͪ͜͡ů́̉͏͏̰̩t̻͉͎̺̙̞͛̈́̉ͥͤ͌̎̉ͅă̷̙̭̫̹͋͋̕͢ͅtͭ̎̈́͛͌҉͉̳̫̗̗̤̬̝e̡͇͉͂͂ͨ̑̅̓ͣ͡.̖͓ͭͤͫ̍̚ ̫̣̭̹͇͍̭ͮͧ́͑̃ͦͧ́̕͟M̢͔̰͖̗̘͖̱̓̓͟͠a̵͇ͦ̑̿̅ͦ͒͋̇ư̦͉̥̙̱ͦͬ́ͮ͜ͅr̡̛̲͋ͮ͋̉́̿ͬ̓i̸͇̳͉͎͐̅̑͋ͨs̏ͬ̃̅̌̿͏̝̝̤͕̬̞ͅ ̸̻̜͎̳̝͐̎̽ͦ͗̅͊͊̚͟p̛͍̃̒͡h̷̤͍͇̫̞͔͑͐́͊̾ͤ͗͌͠a̩̖͓ͭ̇̈́̀̂ͨ͑r̯̩ͮ͂͂̋̌ͦ̓ͩe͛ͅṱ͍̠̯ͪr̹͆̑̓̋ͯ̇̔͢ä͑̒͆̆ͤͥ̀̕͏͙̜̙̥̦̱ ̴̡̩̩͙͈̌ͣ̊ͬ̊͌͆l̼̗͈̟͖̻̹̞̔͒̓ͮ̔ë̡̠͖̦́ͨ̓͛̕c̷̱̠̼̀ͧ͋͐͂͌̽͜ͅt̩̫̽ͩ̋̀ͣ̑̈́̿̅͘u̙͖̺͙̖̪̱͉ͫ̄̄̌͒͊ș̎ͬ͌̾̕ ̢̖͎̦̲̣ͥ̔ͭͨ̆̉ͨ͠͠ą̯̫͈̪̙͙͈̅̿ͪ̌ͪ͌ü͛̍̆ͣͅc̨͎͔͖͑͆̇̓̀͒ͦ̀ͅt̵̗͖͉̐̽͂ͨ͘ọ̢̳̓̏͒̆̀̋̚r̫̳̱͉͓͈̲̤ͭͣ̉́̒̈ ̦͙̼̮̳̠̄̉͒̇̆ͥͯͥ̆͞ͅj̹̜͙̭̭̞̩̣͔ͬͫ͗͘͝ù̓̌̃̿̈ͧ҉̹̯͎̮̘̯̹ͅs̯͖̘̥͇̬̓̒ͮ̒͞t̡͕̘̘̙͇̪̹̄ͦ͆̒̎̓̇ͧ̀̚o̡̻̫͚͈̖̝ͥ̕ ̬̦͚̇̔͘ć̮̳̜̮̘̩̗ͯ͘ơ̴̝̹̻̱͙̜̮̄͋͒͢ͅn͙͍̥͕̠̱͓̈́͠ǵ̼̬͖͓͕ͯ̓̓̔̀̅͢͞ͅụ̢̗̯̝͎̘̫̇̈̚ͅę̩͔̰̟̹ͬ͐̔͢ ̫͚̙̯̞̻͕̦͐̈́̃͋̇̄̕v͕̹̗͕̻̥͕̺͌̊ę̥̬̬͇͋̌ͥn͔̟͓͎̦̑̆eͧ͐ͩ̅̾͑̈́͗̉͏̶̦͓̕n̨͈̣̦̜̩̮̰̤ͨ͋̊͘ȃ͔̱̜̦̳̙͓͕̓̂̋͢t̶̡̡̺̐ͥ͂̓̓͋̍ĩ̼̭̘̇ͯ̔̽ͦ̆s̶̴͍̫̗͔͈͖̦͈̻ͭ̑̋̅͗.͋͌́̐̆҉̜̲͕̞̦̘͙ͅ ͎̦̫̪ͣ͛ͪ̈͒͑N̠̭ͫ͑ͪ̐ͬ͆̂̊͡u̴ͧ҉̞̻͖̞̩̭̫͔̕ͅľ̩͉̩͔̺̥̪̫ͧ̌̀ͯ̓̀̀͠l̫̙̜͕͎̩͍̈́̋̚͝a̵̭̙͙͍̬̭̣̪̬ͪ͊̇́̋ͫ̐̂̚ ̴̗͖̝̹͈̅͂̍̀ͨ̈̿vͮ͗ͬ́ͫͥ͂͏̴̺͙͚̞͈̼͕͍ͅi̸̩̞͔̪̮͈̞̇̏t̷̶͕͍̯̪̜̅ͪ̈ͣ̋̇͑͟a͖͕̞̦̯̓̑̋ͤe̲̠̥͔͔͉͇͇͍̋ͨ̓ͣ ̷̬̘͉̞͚̹͔͙ͪ̓̀ͪ̆ͅj̄͌҉̳̠͇ų̶̪̭̻͎̝̞͆͆ͤ̾̐ͫ͊͋s͂̔̈ͨ̂͏̤̣̯̼̺̫̠̫͍t̷̹͎̫͚̘̦͚̐͒̍͊ö̧͇̘͍̺̼̺́̑̀ ͔̠̳̼ͤ̍̎͋ͤ̇ͦ͞i̤͚̫͔͔̘̼̣ͦ̈ͨ͌̔̋̋ͥ̚͠ä̞̺̱̱̙́̈́ͪ̄̈́̕ĉ͖̱̺ͭ̌ͪū͉͓̗͉̭͆ͮ̄ͧͪ͂ͫ̕͝l̜̯̬̲̯̞ͪ̽͌ī̦͕̞̿̈́ͯ̇ͩͮ͑̇ş͎̌ͧ̑̕,̦͉̻̗̖̘̦̈̄ͧ͛̄ͧͫ̽͘ ͈̲̼̤͍̋̅ͩ̈̀͢t̛͇̹͇̯̭̬͇̹̤ͣͣe̴̖͕̜͓̹ͭ̃̉ͩ͡m͚̠̳̲̘̗̼̥͓̑̾́p̢͙̳̼̩̰̆ͭ̋ͣ͞u̠͈͙ͭ̇̽͑͒ͮ̽̔ͦs̵͎̫̱͉̰̪̤ͤͧ̄ͮ̔ͦ̽̚ ̯̜̉͌͊͐͑́e͇̗̹̙̙̥ͣͮͬ̏̽̔͝r̢͙͙͉̄̚͞o̯̪͋͆s̡̯̦̹̳̯̻̱͎͐̾͊̉̓͂̀͘ ̢̳̏͆̀͂ͩ̈̿̚ū̶̯͓̦̩̫͖̆͒ͧ̿ͯͅt̲͓ͫ̂̀,̞̩̖͎̱̤̓ͬ͐͞ͅ ̵̹̰͓̏̐̿̒̀c̷̶͙̬̰͇̹̹̻̎u̧̯̳̫̺̚͘ͅṛ̶̵͕͇̬̭̑ͤͪ̌͘s̷̤̅ͭ̏ͧ͞u̥̗ͨ̅̀̈͆ͣ͊͂̕s̳̟̹̗͖̒̓̓ͨ̔̑̽ͧͮ͜͞ ͚̦̯̲̃͆̈̚̕ẗ́͑͆ͫ̀̓̽҉̛͎̭̝̙̞u̷̶̧̬̤̘͕̮̰̻͍͂̄̃͌̐̚r̛͉͇̥̥͕͉͑ͮ͡p͓̱̦̽ͧ͊͛͑̿ȋ̘͙̜͖̮̭͊͞s̡̭͖̼ͪ͊ͧͧ.̼̼̥̫͓̺ͯ͗ͧ̋ͅ ̲͙̭̯̟͔̺́̚͟Q͔̻̯͕͉ͫ̑ͮ̀̚ụ͕̙̞̖̟ͣͨͧ̊̌͊͋ͣ͛͞ï̸͔ͩͭ͋ͮͬ͡s̼̲̝͕̦̺̠̻̆̔́͠q̴̪͖̰̘͚͋͑̎́͜ͅu̸͍̼ͪͭͅḙ̙̯̮͙̹͎͙̱͐͑ ̫̤̟̟̠͙̗͈͊͐̊̅͊͝m̝̠ͩ̾ͮ̇̃̀̑ͭ͝á̶̶̛̜͚̟̞̩̪̖̄̾ͤͧ̂ẋ̛̖̒ͧ̐͐̓̔ͩ͠ì̖̫̟̤̱͇̠͊͐̔ͯ͛ͨ̇̕͝m̬͙̥̥̍̒ŭ̠̤͎̹̩͓̱͢s̝̲͖͕͛ͫͣ̓̂̏̐̓͢ ̥͓̹͚͙̮̞͕̔̈ͩ̐̓̊a̧̪͈̟̪͔ͬ̈͟ù̳̬̫̯̠͕̝ͯ̈́ͤ̅͡g̒̅҉̲̩u̢̜̱̝͍̳̱ͨͭ̾͑e̵̠͍͚͔̞ͭ̇ͤ̚ ̷̉͏͎̥͟ͅn̛͇̱̳̜͈ͥͮ͒̋̐ͫ͢͠ͅí͈̟̘̩ͨ̏́ͧ̓̓̌s̙̹͉̪̩̋ͪ͐̒͞i̸̡̩̻̥̯̯̻̝͍͋̑ͭ̿͋̇̾̎̀,͇̹̠̭͇̦̥̫̎̑̈́̄̇̌ͤ̒̍̀̕ ̨͍̤̭̩͙̺̒ͥ̽̿͋͝ͅs̴̗̦̻͂ͩ̈̃͜i͚̜̫̭̪̣̲̳͗ͩͯ͂̇̎͌t̸͚̥̞͗ͮ͆̐̔̓̊͆ ̲͎̻͈̂̈́̀̔ͅǎ̜̼̝͔͍̩͙̬͋̏̈͊͊ͧm̛̥̹͔̼̗͓̰̭͂̽̉́e̻͉͇̝͕͔̭͛̓́ͪt͋ͦ̔ͥ͢҉̷͍̦̘ ̛̖̮̫͕͕ͫ̽ͯͫ͌̅̚͟e̺ͦ͗̍̂͠ū̵̸̗̮ͪͯ̄ͯͩ̍́i̸̧̥̝̬̺̪̰̻̬̳ͪ̈́͝s̴̡͍̦̗̫̜ͭͭ͠m̵̞̺̤͍͎̮̒͊̌ͣ̇͗ͪ͆̌ò̗̞̦̄͒́ͣd̨̖̞̱͕ͧ͒̓͛ͫͦ̍̇͞ͅ ̢͍̖ͪ̄ͥ̍̈́͌q͈̣̬̣̔͗̈̏͗̕u̸̜ͣͯ̽ͣ͊͛́͠ą͎̝̳̣̻̼͉͓̿͒̈́͢m̼̮͇̎̓̓ ͚̫͖͍̮̳̮̪ͦ̋̽͗̆l̢̛̗̯ͬͯͧͪͥ̆́ó̸̙̘͛͑̏̈́̃̐͗͜b̡̗͔̟̟̟̩́ͥ̓ͨ̈̑̓ͤ̆͟ờ̀̽̀͒͏̳̖̣̭̞̯̭̦̭͘r̴̠̩̲̮̮̜͙ͯ͑͗̉͐̽͒ͩͤ͞ͅͅt͖͓̯̰̒͆͆̌̆̈̄͌́ì̵̱͚̫͉̮̝͕̟ͫ̃̋͐̀͞s̰̳̮͍̣̥͉̲̋̎ͭ͋̐̈̌́̚ͅ ̮̠̜̹̙̝ͦ͆̃̚u͎̯͙̟̔̉͋ͤ̍͒͟͞͝tͣ̓ͨ̏̂҉͉̫̣̗̟̤ͅ.̴ͭ̽ͫͣͣͨͬ͏̼͈̻̦ ̼͉̭̜ͧͬ̐̎ͨ̓͑͒͟͝S͎̝̖ͥ̐͗̔ͬ͑̇͞e̵̡̨̼͕̓̍͛d͇̝͔̤̒̐ͭ̌̊͐̅ͩ ͈͉̈̓̂ͮ̆ͫq̴̮̗̖̎ͫͬ̃̓͛̑̑̀ȕ̞̥ͫ͌͒̃̚i͊ͭ̈́͆̿̓̓ͮ҉̹̠s̹̭̞̲̥̲͇̣̄̄ͪ̚ ̛͈̯͓̹͖̲̼ͫͯ͋̈́͛ͯ͌̀d̶̢̃̎̐ͨ̚̚͏̻̮̞̫u͚̽̍̒͊̿̓͘͟͜ḯ̏̀҉̟̼ ̴͇̣͔̝̳͕ͪ̓͂ͬ̇d̢̼̩̺͖̳͚͔̪́̄͊ͪ͞i̶ͣͩ҉̰̘͓̳a̵̧̳ͪ̄̔ͧ̅m̟͍̗͙͂.̴̻͚͚̳̼͛ͫ̄̽̇ͫ̿̂͠ ̜̭͌̀ͯ̀͡ͅN̡̈̅҉̛̜͖̫̼u̿́ͣ̄ͨ͏͚͙̦̖l͙̦̯̞͍̪̲̟͗̿l̴͇̖̜̪̓̾ͅả̗͓̣͕ͫ̉̈͊̏ͨ̄͊m͈̞̙̤̀̓̍̑̓̕͟ ̴̼͖͖̲͑͌ͫͮḅ̸̻ͮͮ̾͊̍͜l͕̱̤̥̓̏a͓̟̫̬͉̘̥̻͂͂͌͗͂̏̿̑͜ͅn̴̊͗͑̕҉͈͙̦͓d͕̙̦͂̋̍ͫi̵̯͚̪̞͈̭͓͂̎ͪt̶̤̦̻͙̓ͫ̎ͫ͋̋̏͟ͅ ͉̳͎̻̝ͩ͗͌ͨͮ̉ͤ̉ṉ̭̻͖͙̰̻̘ͦ̒ͭ̏͋̈́̽̚̕͡i̶̔ͬ͋͒̉ͫ̅͏̙̯͔̟̬͍̤s̬̻͑̀̚l̷͔̞͚͇͕̱͇͒ͧ̏̎ͧ ̶̤̱̙̂̓ͩͩ̔̍̊̽͆v̯̦̠̏̏͘e͍̝͚̰̺̻̋͗ͭ̈́͘͝l͍̦͍̲̍̽ͤ ̺͙̪ͧ͌ͩͮ̐ͩś͌̂̃҉͓̼̮̣̩ͅȧ̐̉͑ͩ͋ͤ͡͏̦̝p̲̼̻̟̯͍͚̖͒̄̅̔̀ͩ͜ị̼̚͡e̲̖̦̩̥̖̠͌͜͜͡n̵͖̯̦̱͔̗͕̰ͫ̄ͯ̍̍͆̀̕ ͙̻͓̥͍͙̣͉ͪͨͥ̈ͮ͒ͦ͞g̛̫͚͎͈̗͈̟̬ͣ̏ͥ͋̕r̩͎̬̐̈́̔͋̔͒̚a̵̳̬̻̝͉̯͐͌̀̒̈́ͫ͊̈̕v̈̍̅ͫ͐͊҉̸͉̘̲̱̞̭͉̥į̯̼̞͐̾ͪͨͩ̚d̓ͭ̆͊̾҉̮̠̝͎̺ą̭̺̼̗͔̣͐ͩͯ̽͜,̮̦̎̄͆́ ̑̽͏̗͈̯a̬͈̿̑ͫͨͪ̆ ̡̜͔͙̹̳͖̪̌̎͗̇͂͂̐ͨͨ͡ͅa̤̜̤̯̯͕̭̿̓̽c̨͈̻̯̫̩̟̙͛̔̾͂̑̀̚̚̚͟c̶̱͉̺̹̣͛ͥ͐ͫ̉ͦ̈͟ͅu̱̞͈̖̠͖̪ͭ̉͑͛͝ͅm̞̥͔̃͐͑ͮͤ̿̓̂̎͘s͇̰̠̫̥̯̩̃̾̈͌̊̆̽ͧ͟͡a̹̫͙̫ͫͪ̋ͣͯ́̚͞n̸͉̥͍̠̠̠̤͕̖ͨ̂̂ͥ͗͑̔̉̚ ̰̹̠͔͋̃͟e̠̬̰͍͔̲̤͙̅̃̆ͮr̽͂̕҉͎̣̬͇̼̝͉o̶̭̣͚͙̪̟̝̱͙ͯ̒ͫ̓ͦ͐̍́s̝̫̎ͮ̉ͪͥ ̓̉̕͢҉͓͓͇̞͉̖̘̻v̠̳ͧį̡̗̟̳͉̤͎̘̟̇͟ṽ̢̜̭ͥ͛͒̋͝ẹ̴̞͖͛̀r͍̰͔̹̣͚͋̑̑ͥ͝r̵̢̪̪̦̰̯̞̳̜ͩ̑̐̾͌͂̂́̚a̖̦̤͔̜͗͑̎̈́̆̈́͌ͪ.͉̞̱͂ͧͥ̓ͧ͟ ̴̳͈̣̒̿̓͋̀͟C̤̫̝̣̱͂̚r̝͍̖͎̲̂ͭͦ̀̐̾̃̀a̰͔̖̩̖͗̉̑͂ͩ͗̊ͯ̍s̶͔͚ͩ̃̓̀͢ͅ ̦̫͚͚̺̩̽̍ͬ̇ͅv̢̩̝̬̽̑į̙͇̳͓͉̝̭͚͛̽ͥ̿͗̿̆͝t̴͕͖̰͈͚̫̙̳̭ͤ͌ͤ͆̋̌́͑͝a̵̙̠̙̠̞̱͎̰̦̍͑̐ͦ̋ͩ̅̄ḛ̠̹̬͎̜͆ͬ̀ ̨̬̭͖̗̓͊̂̆͐͆͢ͅd̥̰̬̩̊̇̐͐͆̿̓͘ö̝̼̟̘̭̥͚́̒ͣͩ͒ͥ̆ͅḽ̛̤̣̱͖̭͍͗̒̌̉̎ͪ̇̀͝͠ọ̻̪̠̣̼̼͕ͮ͠ͅr̮̤̜̖ͥ̆̀ͅ ̞͈̪̺̮̟̼̦̠̍̈́ͫͣ̎͌͡a̶̧̡͕͛̍͗̇̏ͩ̏ ͈̄́̌̓n̫̻͎̩̰͎͈̞̑͒̾̕͘͝i̙̦͙̤͕͖͔ͦ͂̒s̶̮͖̏ͣ͝i̷͙̱̯͇̻̺̦̻̦̎̓ͫ̚ ̴̫̝͖̮̗̤̙̖̰͋ͣ͑̌ͯͫa̢̠̭̱̙̺͐̄̀͠ͅl̘̦̦ͮ̿ͨͫͪ͌i͉̺̠̳̬͈̦̋͂̔q̝̥̳͚̭̍̒̂̆́ͧ̊͛͝u̞̘̤͈̬̲̪̯̓ͦ̆̀͆̒ͯaͦ̐͏̱̹̼̺̹m̍̌͂ͧ̏͐͏̡̪͉̠̜͎̖ ̧̟̱̥͍͖͆͒͂̆́̚̕iͭͩ҉̸̛̹͉̖̺̘̤̟n͖̞͓͍̟͆̎̑̉ͮͬ͌̌t̳̤̲̳̲͉̙͑̃̇e̢̧̥̫̦͎̩̽̇ͧ̂̒͊r̷̹͍̝͖͓̞̝̙͙ͬ̏̾̇̇ͧ̆̀d̰̜̠̫̥̝͈̽̐̅ͣ́͘͢u͆͐̂͗͑̿̎͏̵͍̻͎͖̼̺̺̠m̻͗͑̓̏́͟.̴̟͇ͭ̔̏͐͜ ̙̭̣̼͒̂̎̈́̋Ṅ̸̺͙̯ͯ̐̃̽ä́ͪ͒̽҉̛̹̼͎͕m̧̰̦̻̙͒̊̆ͭͧ͂ͨ͡͠ ͇̟̻̙͕̎͒̋́̽͂̓͞s̼͉̩̯͎̗̅́̓̚͘͝į̤̦̹̦̖̗͎̝͂̽ͧͯ̉̆ͫt̂ͩͭ̾̋͆ͦ̚̕҉̩̬̪͙̞͜ͅ ͖̹̼̗͈̘̠̳̓ͧȃ̶̪̊ͮ͜m̸̶̴͇͓̞̥͎̪̙̅̽̚e̤̝̬̱͍̖͂̊ṭ̹͙̬͉͓͑̒ͦ ̨͚̹͈͚̓̿̅̾ͩͫ͞ḽ̪̘̜͇̻̞̈́͌̓̓̄͑͠͠iͨ̔̎̋̋̈̋̌̅͜͞҉̺̱͚b̵͍̞̩͕͒ͤ́̒̿̌e̝̝̗̦̭͈͑̓ͣ͋͑ͬ͊̌ͪ͜r͆͛ͪͩ͋̈ͭ͋͏̟̮ͅo͍̖͙̠̩̝͉̱͗̒̑̕ ̋̒̅̅҉͎̘͖͍̠i̯̺͆̈ͬ̅̄̆̂͌͂́d̝̦̻̥̹͌̇̅̍͊̐̀ ͔̻̠͇̠͚̐̍͟l̹̳͔̝͑i̵̶͕̟͔̼̬̭͗̄̇̆ͫ̾b̡̡̘̗͐͒͌̍̔è̛̥͉̹̻̗̗̗̌ͧ̔̉̊ͧ̾́ͅr̵͖͕ͧ́͘ǫ̭͇̙̾̅͂ͦͯͪ͐͢͞ ̗͉̩̲̘ͮ̂̿̍ͣ̀͡͠s̢̞͎͓̆c̲͚̰͍̱͈͇̞̺ͮ̏ͤͮ̂é̸̢̲̭͍̺̰̣͊̾͆ͭ͊̈͗ͯ͢l̠͎̭̥̘̣ͫͧ͆̉̕ę̝̟͈̊́͊̂ͧ͘ͅr̺̮̯͔̽̌ͧ̎̇̍̑ͧ͘i̜͕̠̮͕̻̬͊s̷̢̞̜̮̟̦̦͙ͧ̊̏ͪ͒͋̆ͮ̚qͦͭ͗̃͏̤̲͖̰͓ư͕̇͌̉́̚e͕ͫ͒ ̷̣̳͙̗͎̠̔̕͞t̷̵̰̭͑̿͘ë̓͐͏̝̘̯̥̻̦͠m̸͚͕̙͚͌ͮ̊p̛̼̟̝̫̰͉̾̑̏̊̕͘o̔̎̓ͦ̚͏͏̼̠͚̹̰̫r̔̌̀͏̶̭̝͓.̴̛̣͎̦̟̳̆̎ͥ̆ͬ̔ ̡͉̈́̈́̓ͫ̌̍͡Ǐ̿͊̄̌̋ͬ҉̗̖͚̤͢n̸̜̯̰̖͎̦̙̗ͬt̆̌̄ͦͬ̃͗̂̍͡҉͎̪̹́e̴̫͕ͦ̐ͤ̿̂͞g̷̩̫͎͚͕ͤ̏͋̋͜ę͎̻͉̳́ͯ͂ͮͭr͕̟̯̜̠͔̰̀̄̿̎̉ ̶̛̭̲̣͕̦̘ͧͨͬ͑̍ͪ̉͠a̙̅̃ͭͩ͘͘͝ ͦ̕҉̺̥̹̗v̸̓̓ͯͬ̈̑ͬ҉͇̻ê̤̼̾͒ͬ͑̃ͯ̃͛͟n̡̮̙̟̺̗͚̑ͬ̐͑̚e̢̻̝̍̃͗͝ṇͮ͑̈́̈́á͎͛ͫ́̕͞t̨̮̱͐͢i̯͍̩͙͕͚͉̹̬͒͠͞s̸̶̼̩̣̹̪̟͎̝̑̇̓͆̕ͅ ̧̦͉̿̋́m̸̞̣̜̖̦̻̣̫̪͛͂̓͒̊͆́a̶̵̧̺̘̝ͨͧͭ̉s̫͈̮̔͆̊s̸̭̦͙̦͚ͬͩ̉͋ͯ̀͢ä͍͖͊ͩ͂͒͘̕.̮̼͙̍̋̔͋͂̀͞ ̵̝̠̹̮̝̦̰̝̮̂ͫͫ͗͐ͦ͡Q͇̮̘̳͎̌͆̂̅͋̽ͪ̓̀u̴̠̩͔̽̕͞ͅi̫͎̹̰̪͍̝̔̇̋̊͞ś̝̘̻͊͌̊q̭̲̟͇ͯͭͭ̔̍ͅu̶̘̯̙͚̜̔ͦ͟e̤̜͛͋͒͐ͧ̒͋̀ ͋ͩ̓̉̈́̒ͭͯͧ҉̗͕̲̖̯ͅc̵̪͇̫̮̎̄̇̐ͨ̾̓̋͘ͅư̤̭̦̫̜̪̒́͒ͧͭ̈́͢͡ȓ̨̻͎͂̐ͩ͂ͯ̚s̵̲̯̥̝̦̙̜̿̃̿̕u̵̢̡͇͈͓ͧs̴̡͔̯͈̱̙͙̤̓ͣ͒̽ͩ̚̚ ̬̪̻͎̫̰͛ͭ̆ͦͫ̔͞l̰̥̅ͪ̒̏̃͞oͫ̐̍͑͑͂͐͐͜͏͔̲̘͉̹̙͘r̶͖̬̭̗̘̫̼͕̈́̍͊̽͑ͫͧ̌̑́e͔̮̤͌̔́̕͡ṃ̴ͭ͛́͡ ̴̦̠̬͙͖̃̓̃ͬͭͦa͔͈̭ͧ̓̾ͮͤͩ ̻̦̗͚͎̮̌ͮ͆̋̆͞v̶̷̢͉̺̼̖̮͒̅a͓̫̭͍͇̐͛̉ͅr̡̳̻̯̗̙̠͍̯ͦͪ̓̂͢i̡͇̺͎̿ͦ̚u̡̹͚͚̳͈̭̻̦͗̓ͧ̋͡s̢̯̞͔̝͕̣̣̯̜ͩͥͮ̊͋ͥ̓ ̹̫̘͚̏͌̍̃p̡̰̹͇̬ͩ͊̔͂̀ŗ̥̱̗̀ͤ̆̚e̠̺͖̟̝͕̐ͤͬ̑̿ͤͥͮ́t̡̨̫̯̰̻̭̅̔͌ͭ̒̓͐͂ͅi̧͉̳͗̊͌͒̀̈́͟͞ͅuͬ͌ͨͤ̎̚̚̚͡҉̞̩̫̪͈̺̜͙m̡̰̯ͨͩ̓̾ͯ̏.̴̙͍̈́͊͌ͭ̿̑͘͠ ̬͓̪̠̞̬͍ͪ͊̑̆̈́͑̾̂̀͟C̨̮̤̣̝̲̦͎̥̈́̊ͨ͛̿ͮų̷̨͉̮̫̳͇̹̽̑͋̎̿ͤͨͅͅr̶͉̗̮͚͛͆ͅă̩̟̻̹̭̤̮̔ͪ̋ͭͪ͞͡b͈̰̳͚̲ͭ͋̆i̲̱̝̥ͯ̾̈ͩͫͨ͋͜t̗̘̘ͥͬͨ̚͞u̝̦̿̔ͨ͒̑r̷̸̸̬̝̦̅́̂͌̑ ͚̦͎͑ͯ̋̽͘̕m̮̖͕̼̩͍̻ͦ̿̃̀a̾ͪ́̃̑̓ͫ̐҉͏̢̩̲̤̝͈͓s̢̤̣̈́̉ͫ͝s̰͕̬͙̯̣̓͂ͧ̔̾̽̚̚ḁ̇̆̽ ̨͖ͯf͇̜̱̪̖̭͈͚͚ͧ̆̑̏ͨͣ͂͞ḙ͔̤̦ͮ͗̆͡ļ̶̞̳͙͙̪̺̯ͭ̌͐̒i̧̠͍̻̻̗̺͍̐͟s̯̹̳̙̻̠̲̍͛͌ͯ̒̏ͤ̿,̷͍̲͒͒̇̊̉̑̓̚ͅ ̙͕͍̼̬̒̅͒̿ͩͯ͆ḛ͙̘͒̄̆͗̃ͭ͟g̔ͮ̓̀͋͊͏͓̩͇͚̥ͅé̷̢̜͈̐͜s̪͍̻̗̬̺̾ͪͤͣ̂͐͞ţ̼̪̖͍͕̥͎̠͇ͫ̔̒ͣ͟͡ä͛͗͒ͯ̋ͩ͡҉̜̩̺͔͙ͅs̽̀ͭ̆͂̏̈́̅҉͈̮͈͎̖͚̟ ̳̖̪͂̍́̏ͭͮͨ͠q̱̯̝̝̌̓̿̄͗͝ṵ̞̩̆́̚í̦ͨs̖̣̖̪̝̠̃̉̽̀ͧ͛ ͈͊͋̅̄̆ͥ́̕͟o̤̹̦̙̾̈̉̿̎̿̏ͮ̃͞r̴̳̻̓̓̆̅̈̌̿̓͌n͙̘ͦ͂̆͒͡aͬ̄ͯͪ̃҉҉̤̬̜ͅr̤̝̥̰̖͙̺͊ͭͬ̏͊ͥ͜eͤͨ͆̊͌̔̍͡҉͓͔̱̠͍̪ ͕̙ͪ͋ͬ͋͗̌̈́ͭ͡i̋̇ͩ̒ͥͮ̚͏̮̜̤̼̙̭̺̫̳͘͞n̻͐̏̅͌̾͛ͯ͡,̮͓͇͋ͮ̈́̿͒͝ ̴̩͍̯̼͖̰̝́ͩ̈͆̋͛́v̨ͮͣ̋͏̤̳͕̗̞̝̯ḛ̟̗͚̩̺̻͚̅̉ͦ̉̌̒̕͞n͐͐ͦ̌̍̎͛͏̪̝͓͎̬͡͞ę̗̼͔̭͈̜ͫ̏̌ͮͪͨ͒̕͞ṅ̬͍̝̠͎͕̯̬̆̌͂ͦͫ͗a̢̩̮̭̻̥̟͆͋̍̿͌t̵̨̹̼͎̒̄̽̄̿͂̂ͮĭ͕͙̹ͨ̓̎́̀ͅș̯̹͍͌̄̔͌͗̌͜͟͠ ̛͎͈̋ą̷̪̖͉́ͦ̏t̨͓͚̦̜̟̠̝̰̙ͯ̐̉ͭ̇̎ ͑͏̪̪̩̮̝̜̳̲͉d̎ͩͪ̿̾҉̩̖͡i̵̛̛̠̱̹̩ͩ̎̏͐͊ͩͯa̡̓̃̿͏̥̲̪̘̘m̳̘̩̱̼̐̌ͣͯͩͥ͘͡.̶͖͉̋ͮ̽̃̀̚ ̘̺̔͛̀S̡̛̥̱̠̻̪̽͆̍̊͒ͪ̒͞e̸̶̖̎dͩ̉͌ͮ̀̚҉҉͔̜͕̼̲̹ ͌҉̼̦͖͉̮͇̙̺p̨̨̜̯̤͔͙̺̩͔̭ͥ͛̿ͫ̓̓̀ḽ̰̙͎̲̳̎̀̈̚ą̭̙̂ͬ͒̾͋͢ć̬͎̖ͩ̌̓͠è̶̠̼̜̾ͬͫ͆̃r̢̛̳̟͙̰ͧ͗ͣͩ̉̓͢ă̻͔̲͕͈̥̐̈ͧ͞ͅͅẗ̓ͯ̏ͤ̚͏̺̤̱͔̪̥ͅ ̡̡̺̥̈͑̌̎ͮs̢͕̺̫ͩ́͒̀e̯̝̼̖͍̯̗̳͆͊̀́m̧̖̯̹͚͇̂ͫͮ͆͐̀ͭp͂͏̨̲͠e̴̤̯̲͖̞ͤ͂̒̔ͥ͂̓̂̍ṛ́ͥ͆̒͒ͨͪ͝ ̷̨͕̘͌̊̎̐̎v̴̵̨̞ͭͨ̐e͍͎̺̘ͨ̑̃ͅlͯͣ͂̔҉͎̱̳̭̲i̢͎̥̮̻̱̘̼͆̾̎̍ͬͅț̢̢̠̹ͧ̏̾ͥ ̛ͬ̇͂̂ͬͫ̆͡͏̯̣̱̤ͅu̶͈̻̰̟ͭͮ̐̂͡t̗̱̫̙̙͇͍͆̆̓ͯ͜͝ ̢͈̗̹ͧ͜c͉̖̗̣̼͛̌̿̌͟ͅo̸̗̺ͩ̽̃̀̈́̀n̝̙͇͎̆̽ͤ͌̊̑ͣd̢̳̟͍͓̍̈́ͬ̊͋̕ìͭ̀́͗ͣ͏͇̬̻̖̖̺̥̦m̢̪̞̣͚͕̺͓̿ͭ͟͝e̴̼͎̘̫͍̠̰ͦ̎͊ͨ̃̀̕n̳̬̘͗͆͒͋́̂ͮ̔̏̕t̻̗͕͔ͪ͒̂̚ṵ̒ͤ͂͝m̨̩͍̬ͨ̍.͚͔͎̫ͬ͛ͮ̾̀͝ ̡̗̝̎̇ͧͧ͑̅́C̷̢͖͙͌͊ͭ̽͋ü̲͎̞̪͆̌͒͂ͪ̅̂ͥ͝ŗ̫̥̬̦͔͖̑ͪ̀a͙̟͈͚͖͉͂͌̉̄ͧ̑ͦ̈́b̶͎͖͖̲̂̽̇̒̍̽̉̕i̵̟̼̞͂̽́͝ͅt̢̥͉̍̊ͮͭͯ͢u̲̭̘̝̘̟̦̔̔̌ͥ̿͝r̵̭̗̟̬͚ͥ͊ͩͤ͡ ̑҉̠͈̭̬͙̟͇͘ȩ̢̭̪̥̅ͮ͆̊͡ḷ̴̪̟̣̺̙̜̮̘̽͋ͩͬͪ͌ͤ̑͐e̺̗̖̹̗͍̗̊ͨ͗͑̚i̵͎͎͔̞̜̥͍̙̔ͧ̄̚͡f̸̛͍̺͕̺̹̹̲̈́ͭe̘͖͌͂͊̀̔̀n̦̦̖̟͆̌ͫ̍͟d̴̰͍͍͓̘̤̲͒͋͛̓ͣ ̶̶͔̪̲̜̬̫̓́̓͟l̨͒̏ͥ͆҉̲̪̩͢oͣͨ̈́͌҉̵̘̟̳r̶̵̬͉̅̈́͂͂̍ͤ͐ͯ̕e̸̮̹͎̥͚͑͆̉͗̈̑̔̓m̨̹̌̏ͣͨ̓ ̩̜̆ͩͫ̅͒̏ͬå̱̫͔̮̹͊̿̋̚n̴̖̝̻̙͚̤̟̾͐̈́t̂̂͗͏̘̝͎̮̙e̶̠̳͈̦̺̟̒ͮͬ̎̍,ͦͮ͏̹̲̞͈̞ ̰̱̥̜̼͓͐̂̋̑ͫͥͯͯͅa̢͖̟̪̥͉̯̯͐͆̏̑͂ͦͧc̵͙̫̦̹̖̞̓͊͊̌͒͗̄ ̛̪̜̖̆ͧͫ͗ͪ̑ͥơ̧̤̯͈͖̻̤̌͐ͥͦ̈̀r̸̠͙͙̜̀ͬ͐ͥͬ̓͢n̢̩̝̞̫̯͋̈̊̎̾ă̺̥͇̱̗̱̘͚̺̅͑ͬ̋ͣ̌r̛̈́͋̈͆̂͂͒̉҉̟̥͇͈̱̭̘̦e͓̖̒ͭ͜ ͂̐̈́҉̭̖͎̼d̝̩͉̲ͬ̌ͭ̇̏̋̄ͅoͥ͝҉͇̣͖̥̱̫͖ļ̜̜̰́̄ͦ̉͗ͬͩ͘o̢͖̝͓͇͍ͪͣ͛ͦ̋̎ͅr̢͈̣̐ͬ͠ ̨̢̥͙̽̉ͤ̂͛v̛̟̙̲ͤ͒̅͂͂̎ͮ̊̀̚ơ̶̳̱͍̖̻̙͈ͣ̇̆̂l͌̔͗̽҉̨̪̜̤̤̫̖̱̲͙͘uͨ̿̔́͠҉̭͓t̀̋͌̓͐̑҉͖̤̹͉̤p͍̪͖̫ͤͥͯͪͦą̵̲̟̯̅ͬ̓̇̅̅ͤt̥̮ͣͨ͑̓̿͋̉̊̊ ͛̾ͣ͊̇ͣͫ͏̹̬̣̹̣͔̳ȉ̢̪͇̳̘̒̾̉͗͛͟͞d̹̤̲̲͚̠͔̈́ͧ̇ͅ.̶͍̲͈͐͌̌̚
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̲̳͙͓͚̝ͫ̏ͪ̃̌͠M̬͓͒̂͌ͯ̊ͣͮ́́͜o̺̻̪̯ͬͭ͊̒͑̌̊͘͜r̵̼͔̪͖̩͔̩ͮ͗ͪ̍ͣ̽ḅ̡̝͍̦̬̅̄̔͑̚i͋ͦͪ̅͏̣̤ ̵̵͖̩͙̖̫͕͕̝́̂ͣ͆͛͂́oͪͬ͊͠҉̼̙̙̰͇̹̘͘r̤̯͗ñ̡̗̒a̠͓͓̞͎̯͚̒͒̇ͭ̿̀r̬̣ͣ̆̏ͦ͐͆̅e̠̫͚̪͉̖ͥ͒̆̋ͫͅͅ ̷̛̥̬ͭ̑ͬ̄̌ͦͧ͋s̓̐҉͕͙̙̼̝e͓͙̯̪̜̠̼ͭ͑́ͮ̈́̀m̈́̈ͮ̎͗̈́͊̚҉̸̢̗̘̗̞̲̬̼̯̯p̣͇̦͎̼̘̙̿̀̆̃̌ͩe̖̪̱̼͈̬̫̽ͭͧ̏̿͐̑ͫ͞r̸̝̰̬͔̺͍̞̙͐̓͋̔̓ͩ͐ͬ̍ ̴̧̰̘̞̋ͤ͆r̛̰̯ͮ͊ǔ̧̥͇̳͓͈̱͍̉ͬ͋͝͝t̨͔̪̠̠ͧ̆̄ͩ̄̀ͥ̚r̻̪̹͖͖̽̇ͫͪ̈̓ͯͦ̕ǔ̢̝͎ͬ̄͠ͅm̧̫̹ͪͬ͗͐̋ͨ́.̡̢̗̤̩̼͇̺̦̌̂ͤͦͩͦ̒̚̚͡ ͉͇̗͕̣̰͎̮͋̂̅ͬͨͧA̵̻̔͐ͩ͐͡l̶̶̟̬̦̦̱̟͖ͭ̇ͪi̟͔̦̦̓̎̍͑̅ͮ̃́q̧͕̺̲̼͚̤̪͖̯̐̾ͦ̉ͥͩ͐͠ư̞̣͇̰̘̦̂͒̈́a̺̹̗̒͂ͬ̋͌ͨ͡m̠͋̔̊ͭ ̢̲̪̞͛ͯc̫̫͖̦ͣ̌̄͂̈́͗͘͡ͅǫ̵̟̰̠̮̖̪̣͕̤ͭń̡̃҉̧͕ǵ̻̜̠͕̤͖͉͊ͫ͑ͮ̓͆̕͟ͅṷ̖̦̖̠̤̱̰͙͗͑̄ͪ̃̇͡ḙ̷́ͫ͑ͯ͒̄͘̕,̵̳̝̭̰̳͍̻͂͗̾͛͗̎́͒̀̚͞ ̷̱̱̲̦͈͈̦̳͖ͤ̔̀̓̀ͣͮͮ̕ë̳̤̼̯̖͔ͦ̉̃̏͋͑̚n̘̭̮͊ͪ͂̓̔͟͞i̡̨͎̱̜̲͔͉̝̫̔͗̊ͫͭ̌ͣ̚ͅm̭͕͍̦͖̠̃̿̃̃ͣ͠ ̣͓ͩ̇͗̀v̷̧͈̳̣̮̞̬̖̟̍̿ĕ̴̮̗͕͈̅̌̐͆̎́l̥͇̺͚̣̘͓ͯ̇̐̽̑̒̚ ͉̦̖̳̮̇ͬ̑͘͝v̢̨̨͇̗̎a̱̳̅ͭ̅̃͗̓͘ŕ͎̙̗͈̋͜ǐ̛̻̮̠͕̻̝̾̒̂̈̆ͣ͟ù͈̱s̞͈̙͖̬̝ͨ̈́̃̋͘͞ ̴̞͙͙̜̼͐͌ͩ͒̐ͭ̆͆̚ȩ̛̮̫̖̗͕̜̝ͯ̚͡ͅͅf̶̫̺̲̮̙̠̳͓̭͂ͯ́̈ͭ̋͆ͭf̟̦̟̙̰̔͝i̩͇̟ͧͦͥ͒̀c̨̟̭͙̦͈̤̭̳͐ͬ̐͜i̴̮̗͚̯͎ͧͦ̆ͣ͘t̍̈̈́̊̉̈͏̛̛͖̻̠u̡̜̳͚̾̊͝͠r̠̣̟̞͖͑͊̊̚͞,́͏̬̺̻̤̤ ̣͚̜͔̙͒ͪ͑̉ͥͯ͠n̸͛́͌̾͆̄̇̑̓҉͕̞͖̤̝̰e̯̣͖̝̟̖͈͇ͨͤ͋ͧ͗͑͂q͉̲̝̐̄ͮͭ̓ͬu̵̙̼̠̞̭̫̎͑ͦ͛̋͢͜ë̯͉́̑̎̇ͬ̓ͣ ̧̡̻̤ͨ̄͌̏ͫ͋ͧͅå̜͓̠̰̗̣̻ͥ̏ͩ̚͟͜n̮̣̳͙̻͓̗ͮ̀́ͅt͕̜̩̜̋ͪ̊͜e̸̳̮̬̭̻̮͗̀̌̽ͮͨ̉̃̅́ ̷̲̤̱̱̑̆ͪḿ̩̪̞̲̘̮͈̻ͨ̿ͅa̢̘̱͉̰̜ͣ̏̍ͭ͝l̶̶͍̪̥̤̘̱̿ͪ̑͢e̤͚̥̲̼͇ͯͭ̑ͣͫ͂ͧ̑͜͢͝s͖̺͉͉̯̖͓̒̊ṵ̱͎̟͋͛͋̎͘ą̦̦̼͙͙̠̪̂͢d̨͍͕̻̟͎̺̪͋̾̐͗͗͛ͦͬ̚͢ä̶̲͕͖̘̯͉̻͎͂̿̃̑͊̒̕ ̷͕̙̺̹ͩ̽͌͐̿̀͒̎͟l̛̰̫̖̣̜ͮ̑̾̌i̴̼͓͈ͧg͎̟̟̻̱̅̔̅̃ͦ͠ṷ̙̜̙͙͚͔̰̒ͯͦ̎ͧ͊̀ḷ̅a̭̱̫͛̈̇͒ͤ͂͘͠,̨̬̣͕̿̏ ͌̅̚͏̵̛͚͓̠̞̮͉͉ͅͅe̢͔̾̄̄ͮ̎̾̕u͖̙͙̯͎̍̃ͫ̿̓͐ ̵̗͙̭͓̩͓͚̣̾ͮ̌̒ͨ́̄̎ͪcͭ̂̇̓̔͜҉͏͚̠͕͇o̴̫͔͚̚n̫͉͚͔̾̋̆̇̿̈͗ͫd̘̝͚̹̗̠̤̭̀͟ḭ̸̷̼̜͖̪̹̌̎ͪ̾̌̑ͮ̿m͉̦̯̟͍̣͇̳̏̌̏̚ͅe̶̮͙̥̪̜̐͘n̦̜̩͔̺͙̭̈́ͪ̈ͨ̋͗ͦ̀ť͎̙̖̀̏̂ͣ͛͟ͅu͔̼̭̱̦͕͓͌͗́̂̿ͅm͔̘͕͐͗ͥ ͎̱̬͔͔̫͔̻̇̓ͬ̇͢a̢̜̐ͮ̐̌ͪͨ͢͝ȓ̛͔̩͖͖͗͛̕c̠̻̻̓̌̎̾͊͌̒̀͜͟u͈͍̠̠̲̜͖̯̖͆̇̌ͬ́̚͢ ͔̟̭̙͉̐̔̓̆̇̑ͮ̂͘e̵̱ͭ̾ͣͫ̂̈x̶̳̤̣̗̦͔͔͌ͨ͒̽ ͕̹̟̗̺̠ͨ͗͟v̵̢͔ͩͭ̍̑ͨȇ̵̱ͤ̍ͪ͌̄̄͋̊l̷̪̠̉̓̈́̒ͪ͌ ̲͉̻̍ͥͤ̈́̌̔n̦͎͙͐̒ͭͅe̢͎̥͍ͧ̆͡͞q̶̢̡̯͖̝̻̙̈́̀ͬ̈ṷ̠̞̦̼͖̘̭ͪ͛ͯ̊ͭ̈̄ͅē̸͆ͨͮ̋ͦ̀̚҉̙̤̼͇̫̹ͅͅ.͛̇̽̐ͬͭ҉̨͇͕͇ ͓̼̼̹̋͗̔ͪ͊̒͆͜D͍̗̟̝̞̬͖̜ͬ̄ͥ͡ŏ̧͇̹͉͍̖̦͆̑ͣ̅ͫ̚n̑͒̓̊̈́̿͏̢͚̲͖̯̬͎͝e̢̳̦̣͗ͦͮ̍̇̍͑̃͢͢ͅc̵̻͇ͬͭ̕͢ ̡͔͕̮̐s͉͈̞̮ͩ̓e͍̒̆ḋ͚͔̦͇͉̣̓̈́̎̚ ̧̦̻͑̆͆͌̎ͬ̄̉̃a̢̮̟̠̼̝̣͕ͦͯͬc̤̞̜͕̝̘̙ͧͤ̎̈̄̔ͮ̒͝c̸̵̨̮͇͍̖ͦ̿ͬ̾̆u̴̢̙̱̯̲ͧͨͥ̓͗ͨ͠ͅm̵̰̘̫̗͔͇̳ͧ͛ͯ̇̈́ͬͮş̻̪̗̤͕̻̲̙̍̒ͮ͗ͮa̙̞̟͈̲̝͑͑̀ň̵͔͓̖̲͇̓̄̀̃ ̧͇̠̩̪̫̲͖̓͆ͨ̉̾̊ͧ͟͡n̴̢͍͈̣̲̓̋̈͛̂͋̚u̘̱̭̣̟̳̼̟̭ͭͪ̎ͬͮ͋n̈́̋̇͗͘͏̲͚͍̰̟̳͝c͖͉̝͈ͮͦͮ̾̋͑̓̀̚.͇̤̟̻̑̓̋ ̵̡͖̫̘̖͙̍̇C̢̭͇͙̣͋̀r̗̞̈́̾̀a̳̫̙͆ͬ̂͛͆̀ͬ͐͢s̢͎̞̑͜ ̛̰̹̗̩̯̠̑̈́̐d͎͈͉̲ͮ̇͒̌ͭ͂͜į̟͉̳̭̜͖̼̻͈̒̉ͧͤ̾̀̑g̡̻̼̫ͣ̋ͪ̏̽͋̿͜ṅ̳͎͒i̐͛҉̝̲s͗ͯͧ̋͘҉̭̙s̸̨̞̥͔͛̽ͦ̈́ͫ̏ͭ͛̕i̸̭̼̦̞ͨ̊̾ͮͩm̙̻͉̞̓͊ͨ͒ͤ́̕ ͙̗̖ͥͩv̱͍̼̫̘̝͛͌̎͑̈́̒͛̀͜e͉̳̺̯̞͗͂ͪ̉͋͛̈̕͢͟l̪̭̙ͫ̽̆͡͝ị̴̴̢̥͖̪̜ͭͣ͊̉t̃̀̚͏͏̱͕̳͍͕̹̭͚ͅ ̄̅̔͝҉̝̫̳̯͕̪͓̫n̸͇̱̯̱ͥͦ͒͒̒ͧ͘ḙ̥̰̼̰̥ͧͪ͞c̨̝̰̩̞͎̥̐̓̏͠ ̬̝̤̮͇̋̈́̑ͦȩͯ̓ͤͣ͒͊͟͏͖̪̩̹l̗̤̉͐ͪ̇ͥ͗ͩi̧̝̟̰͙ͬ̀͋ͨ̊t̫̺̦̺̩̼̦͎͛̀͛̎̉̇ ̼͍̜̾͂͆̓ͭ̉ṯ̜̜̜̺̒ͥ͜ẹ̥̘̠̻̞̒ͮ͘̕m͆̒̏̏҉̞͎̖̳p̢̤͗ͬͩ͆̎̍ͤo͎͕͌ͥͫ̉̅́͘̕͜r̸̅̅̔ͪ͒̈ͮ̉͝͏͍͈̰̣͇ ͎͓̯̰́̋̆ͅč͖̑̏ͬͨ͑̀ơ̴̝͙͎̞ͦ̑̂ͨ́ͩ̍n̴͋̃̓̾͏̧͖̺v̴̛̘̦̘̺̪͍̜͑ͯ͊̂̓a̡̞͉ͭ͒̓ͦ̀͒ͧ̈́̅͝ľ̩̗͔̩̠̯̳̻̖̇ͫͣ̑͠l̠̠̟͇̎͗ͬͫ̒ì̼̱͔̺̗̮̘̥͒̅ͨͧ̎ͣ̚͡s̢̞̖̲̐͊̀̇̂͂.̙̭͉̤͎͇͈̓̅̀̍ͦ̇̊ͩ͘͞ ̸̴̯̬͚̘͍̬͔̝ͣ̽͒̍̾͜D̹͇̗̪̝̅̈́ͬ͂̌̒̒̕o̢̜̩̜͈̪̩̹̟̎̒̒͌̿n͊̋҉̣̙͎͇̙͡e̢̦͈̪̪̙̰ͧ͋̀ç̩̗̘̙̦̗̮̀̑ͭ̂̐ͦͭ ̢̪̝͓̳̣̮͓͖͌͌̃̀a̧̤̺̤͛̄͐̏̕t̸̮̭̫̟̤͎̙͈ͯ͑ͥͤͦ ̮̖͖̠̳̮̦̬̾̀̽ͦͪ͂̀p̧̪͍ͦ̽͟ȏ̶̈̏͆ͧ͑̈́͒͒҉̱̼̦͚͉̗r̢̺͉̈́ͣ̐̓ͫ̅́ṱ̶̰̺̱͈͒̈́̔ͮ̂̃̽ḁ̷̸̊̒̔̃̋ ͎̗̬͚̳ͩ͆̿ͩ̏̿e̳̰͉̅ͣ́ͨ̔͗ͫ̿̏n̝͔͖͖̯̩̦̿̏̇͘͜͡i̡͔̺̥̝͑̒̈́͛̌̈́͒ͦ͞m̛͖͍͂ͤͥ̊̆̎̊̀̚͝,̳͖̞̟̥̳̰̈̋̀͜ ͔͍͎͈̠͂ͪã̴̝ͣͥc̡̧̬̞̠̝̰̭̮̍̏́ ̖͓̣͖̲̝̤̱͌͒ͭm͙̹͈͈͈̗̅͗a͉͎̩̝̪̋͋ͤ͑̈̔̈́ͩl̨̟͊̊́ĕ̸̻̤̻̯̍ͩs̓ͩͥ̄̆̽͑ͪ́͏̜̮̳̹̪̥ȗ̞ͯ͢͞ã̴̴̪̤̝̺̤̟͙̋͆̒̿̈́͘ḋ̺̻̺̻̳͈̘̳̳͌ͣ̀̽ͫ̇͜a͋̏́̔̂҉̼̕ ̡͚̙̮̺ͦ̇̋l̵̛͕̮̤̖̯͕ͩ͋͛͟i̛̤̖̟̬͖̓̀͞b̸̯͙̼͇͍͈̈́̊ͤ͒̑͑̃̚ẽ͊̔͋̚͘͏̸̦͇̰̹r̔̈́ͭ͛̈́̒̏͂̇̕҉͙̞͙̩̳͔̤ͅo̷̪̰̦̩̙͂ͬ̇̎ͣ̆̀́.̦̠ͥͥ͟ ͙̭͚̩̰͙̼͐̾ͬͧ̋C̀ͮ̋͌͏̶̨͔͚͚̱͕̣͕̹͈r̸̖̗̣̉ͣ̔̏̔̄ͣͥ͡ȃ̐͌̽͋̔͏͎̤͖͖̗s̷̨̩͍͕̞̼̘̝ͯͭ͂ͩͧ̽̒̀͆ ̵̢͓͚̜̭̗ͧa̤̳͖̫͇̰͙͉̒̊̈́c͕̖ͯ̆c̷͇͎̩͕̺̭ͭ̇u̬̤̤͚̮͈͔̓̌̉̀ṁ͈̺̮̲̳̻͈̯s͗҉͏̠̖̯͎̲̜̱ā̦̻̞̜̪̦̦̑͗̒ͣ̔̍n̤̝̩̠̜͋̍͢͡ ̫̦̹̙͚̥̺̪ͪ̋̀̎ͮë̶͎͓̙̪̫̗́͗̽͢ġ̷̟͓͎̲͚͌ê̵̛̠̭̳̪ͤ̇̅t̼̪̠̥͉̬̻̺͙́ͮ ̩̱̻͚̜̤̪͊̇͆̃̆t͔͈̼̱̟̎̒ͫ͆̒ǫ̱̑͡ͅr̗̝̬̭̋̃͂̈͑̓̌ţ͈̯̞ͮ͝ö̷͕̺̰́ͦͥͨ͟ŗ̛͇̩̙̬̈́͛̑ͅ ̧̮͓͎̰͎̅̓̎ͦ̊̆́̀ͩ͘s͇̦ͭͤ̃̅͑̎͂e̴̹͉̝͇̟̥ͩ́d̨̡̺̰̊͘ ̬ͧ͑͐̊̌͠ͅs̨̝̜̗̹̱̥̗̋̃ͥͣ̽̎̊̚͘u̸̡͇̫͂̒ͦ̿s̰͕̣͔̲͓ͭ̈́̔̀c͎͖̹̺̔ͣͫ̍̔̿̾͠ī̷̼̫̭̓̃̐ͬ͌̃́ͅp̨͚̦͇̝ͤ͢i̢̢͍̭̦̗̱͎̊̃̎̍t̸̛̠̰̼̞̰͇̙̙͋͗̃ͮ͌̊ͯ͆.͙͎̆̈ͬ̒̅̍͋͝͠ ̪̣͔̖̪ͨͨ̋̈ͧ̋I̵͙̮̗͙̍̋̓̄ͮͅn̷̳̰͈̹̞̞̬̖͈ͯ͒̈́͢ ̬̼̣̜̣̦̫̤͐̅ͯ͒ͤͥ͊͝ͅe̡͓͇̙ͩͩ̄̐̄ͪͥ͋r͖̠͈̝̗̙͈̃ͬ̓ͭ͌̌̚̕ỏ͙͍̼͊̄͐̅s̺̺̭̜̣̖̀ͦ̄̇̀͡ ̲̙̗̳̻̺̜̎̅ͅe̝̣̗̬͊̉ͣ̇ͭl̘͚̭̠̭̓͒ͨͪ̃̏͑́͘͟ï͍̳͖̊̈̐̈ͯ̀́ṫ̙͉̦͍͉̭͙̩ͪ̉̑̋ͭͯ,̣̗͍͕̭͙̿̒̊̈́ͥ͡ ̷̏̀͗ͮͣ̎͗̓ͅc̡̧̩ͣ͋̑ò̴̷̚͏̝͍͚̜n̵̨̦̭̉ͬ̔̐̏̆̉͟g̯̥̓̂ͧ͛͢u̶̩͈͋ͤ͛ͪ̆͞ē̴̤̺̥̟̃ͨͩ͡ ̵̱ͦ͐̒͌ͫͪ̽͆͗͜e̡̡̱̪̞͈̗̫̰̥̰ͪ̈ͥͧ̀ͪ̐͊͠g̺̼̞͔̯ͣ̎̾ͪȇ̗̜̖̥͈͋̎ͩ́̐̍̚ͅt̎̓̒͋ͨ҉̯̰̺ ̷̧̳̭̹̟͍̙̗̉͟p̷̹̗̱̣̟͋͢e̴̴̥̤̖ͯͨl̝ͮͦ͑̋͝ͅl̡̜͙̩̦̰̎̉̔̚e͎̭̠̼̜̖̋̃̽͠n͗̌̌̐ͤ̐҉̶̛̹̗̲̦̠̲ͅt̬͙̖͍ͯ̒̒̍̕͡ͅẹ̵̡͕͚̲͖͚̑͒̇͂ͥ̈ͦs̥͎̞̗̜͖ͬ̄͋͋̎̒͛͌q̢͎͕̦̘̺̔͒͗͋̓̃ͪ̚͟͝u͕̫̥͎̦ͬͯ͡͡e̴̴̜̙̝̯̓͜ ̧͍̙̙͖̣̬̺͑͂̓ͨv̶̻̺̟̱̤̠̉̏͟į̈́ͬ҉͓͚͙̪͇͍̫t̵̘̥̙̣͓̻̣͎̂̏à̛̾͌̆͘͏̠̠͖e̥̲̩̺̽ͩ͛̃͛̈́͞,̷̛͉͙͕̺̻̭̯ͮ ̱͇̬̐͋ͤͥ͗͜ḙ̫͉̄͂̃̄̚͘͘͝ĺ͖̙̘͈̤̙̣̜̿ͩ̈́͢è̛̯̜͕̟͕̻̩̪̰̅i̡̝̝̹ͥ̿ͨ̌̍̉ͩ͡f͇̟̬̺̮͙̎͐̇ͫͫͫͪ͗͟e̢̡͕̖̪̖̊ͧ͐̈̈ͭn̖̯͍̓ͬ̐̈̈̈̿͆̿d̷̡͈̮͕̳̠͗͗ ̤͓̔a̛̘̞͎̹̮͋͗ĉ̨̟͖͕̯̜̎͒͌̓͛ͅ ̡̥̲̔̎̎̍̓̍̾̏̕ͅa̢̯̲̥͛̓̏ͨ̓̔͊n̷̵͍͈̟͓̦̗̳̯͎ͪͣtͧͬ͛ͥ҉̶͕̝e̪͎͙͙̫͙ͮ͟.̪̲̱̞̬͐͐ͅͅ ̫̹͔̺̾ͭ͒̃̑̆V̯̲̀̈́͟͡e̡̟̘͕̝̭͐͛̅ͤs̸̤̝̟ͨ̈́͊t̩̓ͦ͒́̀i͉̟̘͔̼͈͙̒͌͜b̤̖͈̪̫͓̪ͬͧ̔ͫu̷̻̤̪̭̝͓̥͙̒ͬ͟lͭ̓̑̊ͧ͗̅͡҉̢̩͔͇̳̘͙̟̺̭û̡͇͖͙̘͂͌ͦ̀͝m̴̼̦͙̦͙̪ͫ͘͡ ̼̠̻͌ͫ͆͂ͧ͛͋̓̇v̷̜̞͓̝̮̈́̉̃̉͢͞a̻̙̓ͥr̶͓̥̗̜̳̪̟̠̃ͭͤͅi̵͍̖ͮ̒̓̉̓͜ư̦̰̪͍͕̘̪̏ͮ͛ͥ̒̓̀̕s̗̱͙̒̅ͪͮͩ̐̊͒͟͞ ̵̢̻̙͈̞̞̣̙̩ͭ͗̊͒̒f̯͋ͨḙ̷̢̛̬̗͚͕̪̐͊̔̆͊̆ͭ͒ͅļ̴̼̯̩͇͇̣̳̹̽̈́͋͑͢i̹̥̐́̽̄͛̔͠š̵̛̪̪̱̜̤̖ͫ̀ ͇͍͕̿͛̑̔͑͌̑ͨ̍̕͜n̩̻̗̮̠̲̫̝̣ͧͮ̒͛̓̌ͣe̦͉̳͊̆ͥͪ̇͢c̸̬̠̗͚̹̲͕ͦ͐͌̍̒̇̕ ̨̠̞̺̯̘͓̗͕͆̽ͥ̊͊t̜̲̗́͂̈ͥ͂̎̔ͦe͎̺̣̥͕̯ͫ̏ͦ͛̓͆ͤ͘͢͟l̺̯̝͚̙̼̜ͫ̓ͅl̤̥͖̰̮̰̣̼̻͛ͭͦ̿́u͒̈̏̀ͭ̕҉͔̯̲̤ṥ̡̭̱̖̞̭̼̖̃̕͜ ͕̹̃̂̂͋ͣ͋v̴ͪͬͯͮͦͮ̑̃҉̛̰̜̤̼̘̰̟̩e̵̒ͫͪ͐͏̥̘n̷̞͇͋̾e̡̯͉̼̦͎͔̊ͫ̾͢͡n͗̆̍ͩͯ̍̉ͤ͆҉̹̠̗͡a͙͉͈̙͔͍͍̜͉͌ͬ̃͝t̘̹̥̘̜͔̭͊̎͌͜i̜͚͎̳͉̮̣͐̒́̽̀s͙͙͈̩̙̪͖̲̉ͭͥ͢͜͞ ̸͈͎̟̩͕̗ͨ͗͗̑̃͋͊̓̕b̊̓̄̋̍͛͌ͪ҉̞̫̥̱̬̦̜lͤ̋̚͏͕͖̥aͧͧ̑ͬ̾́̆̋͜҉̺̜̳̳̦̝͞n̸ͧͩ͢҉͎̠̩̤̹̟ď͛̋͌̂̃͏͔̲̤͔̝̬͍͔̮i̴̼̻̹͇̱̫̫͊͊ͥ̽t̫̲͋̈́̎̃ͨͫ͗ͫ͑͞.̛͖̲̳̄̽͋ͅ ͕͚̝̯̱͖̩̫͆̍̒ͥ̚͢Ḽ̷̛̺͂̾͗̌̅ͧ̚͝ö̠̤͙͍̐͊̐r͑͋̈̾͌ͩ̊͒҉̼͞ͅe̸͚̼̱̱̱̲̦̙̝͑ͨ́̀̚m̲̹̱̻̜̖̭ͮͪ͋̃̾ͧ͋͞ ͐̈ͩ̃ͣͮ͐̀͏͙̫̭͖̪ï̲͚̱͎̰̩̀̈̀ṕ̦̥̫̰̣̙̤ͭ̆̌ͦͭ͟s̵͉̪̖̩̰̆̎ͮͭu̢̟̩͈ͩ̈̕͠m̰͚̝̦͎͚̈͆̂ͬ̕͠͡ ̩͉͕͎̰̫̥̇̚̚͢͝d̢͕̗̮̤ͤ̈́̔̉ͫ͊̈́̏͜o̶̥̱̠͖̰͛̂̋͆̔̏͢l̴̳̱̖̣̋͌͌o̸̬̪͉͉͂͌ͭͭ̎͂͞r̡̡̞ͬ͗͝ ̶̩̗̳̜͙̤̃ś͂͂͏̤̗̠̣̤̠̺̠̯͡ì̈́̍ͮ͏̫͍̻ť̶̴̰̯͚͙͚̳̅͌̀ ͕̞̼̩̦͉͔̖ͭͭͩa̜̪̓̍̉̉ͦ̇m̵̡̩̳̜͚͇̗̹̉̂ͩͮ̂́͡e̛̻͙̼̰͉͆́ͩͤͤ̓̓ͦ̐͞t̹̮͈͌̋͊̍͂̾ͫͪ,̺͎̮̟̲͕̽̄̏̒͐̿͡ ̬͚̳̼̽̒ͧ̍͛̊̀c̺̫̊ͥͬ̓ͬͭ̈́ͅo̱̲͓̦̩̤̫̲͗ͭͣͧn͉̥͍̙̠͔̿̂̓͌s̞̟̲̖̣͖̋̆̔̆͢e͉ͦ̓ͯc̢̫͔̳͕̺̙͍̦̣͂ͭ͋ͬ̍ͫ̽̀t̻̲̱̙̱͎̳ͬͨe̫̱̞̍̏ͧ̄̃͆ţ̛̟̬̳͔̠̫̮͖ͮ̽͞u̡̗͔͉͇ͥͥ̐̓ͬ̔ͯ͟r̀҉̭̻̣̗̠̯ ͊̎͌͐̽҉̟̲ͅa̝͈̻͌͆ͭͭ̄̌ͩ̓d̨̛̜̖͖̥̺̈́i̭̻̖̖̪̘̫̓ͨp̪̦̤̜̜̅̅͐̈ͩ͒ͧ̌̚͢͝i͍͇͓̔̓̊͑̀̀ͅş̹̤̭͎̄ͬ̊͛̈ͧ͑͝ç̜̰̘̞̠̽̇̈́͐̓͟i̮̭ͨ̐͐̀̾͂̕n̦͚̠̻̄́͂̂̀͢g̛̖͕͙͓̦̼̭͊͑͂̍̐̉́̚͟ͅ ̯̞̻̺͉̯̓̊ͭͦ͛͛̊́ͪ́ę̱̟̣̮̯͓̮͎̰͊ͦ͠l̈́ͫ͒ͫ͂ͫͪ̓͏̰ī̷͕̻͔̝̫̗̎t̟͙̅͐̚͢͠.̴̬̥̯̮͚̑́̇̽̍͑͐ ̶̨͔͎̳̹̣̎̈́̓̓͞Q̡̪̩̗͎̬̣̅̓͐̏ͦu͓̠̒̈́̓̑͜ͅi̧̛͍̰̜͕̞͍̝̞̾͐ͣͭͫ̃̈́̔ͨ͘s̙͉̰̤ͦ̌͋̌̔́́̕q͍͉̲̻͔̬̖͐ͧṵ̶̶̴̙̘͎̩̟͎͂̂͗̒ͮ̇̿ͅe̦̤͍̼ͩͧ̑ͥ̓̉̽̓ ̫̘̤̝̏ͪͥ́m̘͙̩̈̈́̆a̩͋̓ͩ̚͡͡ͅģ̳̝̈ͧ͂͝n͎̾̈́̂á̺̹͗̊ͭ̊ ̛͚̱̪̬̜ͤͬͥ̃ͣṅ͕̹̖͖͚̩̳̃ͬ̐ͅė̴̤̾̽͟͜q͓̯̺̐̂̾͛̈͡ũ̴̩ë̵̆̉͂̇̉͏̦͇͖͖͎͓̱̣̤,̩̘̐ͤ̌̆͌͘͜ ̧̻̼̃̚͜p̛̪͈ͦ̓́ͦ͞o̝̻̊͂̿̂͆̀͟r̂͒̊͊̍̄̄҉͔͔̣̘̖̦t̗͖͓͇͓̮͈͔̺̆̎̿͟ȃ̾̐҉̧͈̱̝͍ ̴͓̾ͬͫ͜n̺̙̽̌ͨ̋̈́́͂ͯ͑͡ë͖̉̕ç̴̥̯̰̟̝̭̿̇ͯ ̴̶̼̙̭̺̪̥͙̒ͩ͛̅̎ͣï̢̳̗ͭ̈́ͬͥͥ̚͡p̶̖̤̗̤̝̣̦͎̋̾ͤ̑ͦ̂͗̾s͙̈́͒̒̃͢͡u̯̜̻̯̅͋͢͡mͥ́͛͊̓̔̀̀̓͏͕͕ ͒̌ͧ̌ͧ̇̄͜҉̩̙͇̼̼͍n̡̛̰͔̘̽è̥̱͓̩͇̚̕͟͟c̡̗̠̖̳̘̲͍ͣ͟,̸̯͕͙ͦ̾̋̈́ͦ̎̓ͭ́ ͇͕̜ͤ͒̈́̈́̓̀ͤͯh̻̠͎̯̜͒ͤͯͮͪͮę̘̫ͦ̑̓̌ͨ͡n̮͛̉̌ͅd̡͕͙̼̫̩͍ͪ̋̍ͅr͕̻͖̃̑̂͂͋e͉̐̑͑ͥ̊̌ͤ̚r͔̳̾̽̈́͐ͅi̠̗͖͇̺̤͒ͨ͡͞t͍̞͚͉̘ͫͥͦͯ͋ͪ̒̎͠ ͓͉̩̬͓̒̓̒ͤ̈͌ͯͩ̒͜d̑̒͂ͧ̌҉̵͓͖̣̫̗̥̗̝͝i͑̊ͫ͛̓̿̌͏̸͚͖̭g͚̺̯̬̞͍͍̱̱͊̄̎̆̽̉͆̽ň̵̘̞̞̻̜̰͚̀ͅî̷̧̫̯̦̹͕̖̪͙̋s̫̪̹̩͉̦͐ͤͭͧ̀s̞̯̥̽̓̉ͧ̽į̖̬ͩ̌̍̚m̡͈̼ͦ̒͝ ̓ͪͧ̍҉͍̦͍̫̝̦̝͇͇u͙̬̻͕͆ͧ͑͟͞r̙̘͓̳̈ͭ̽̅ͭ̐͛͘n̺̗͍͓͈̻͕̠ͧ̋ͨ͆̎̀͂ͨͅa̡͍͊̏͑̑̊̈́͡.̘͍͆̏̌͆̀́͑ͬ ̱̞̭̏̒ͣ̉̋ͭ̂̀P̯͓̯̲͓̘͌ͨ̎̉̑͂͞ͅͅh̵̢͙͙̮͗ͨ̀ͨ͊͆̐a͋̓̂̂ͬ̿̓̈̀҉̠͚̭̮ͅs̯͇͑̑ͧ͐͑͢͝ę̦͌̏̕͜l̆͂̓͌ͭ̚҉͞͏̰̳̦̗l͇̳̩̫̗̦̹ͥ̄̊ͦͪͥ̈́u͚̞͕̬͎̝̼ͭ͌͋̍ͩ͞s̘̲̟̎ͣͭ̓͆̎ͮ͠ ̱̺͕̳͈ͦ͐ͯ̏͒ͫ̈́a̵̮̞ͦ̒̆ͅͅc̢̧̥̟͕͇̬̻̯̣͍͋̇̄̋ͥ̂̑ ̨͈̤̝̳̲͕̝̟̣̾͒ͮͤ̓̈̌͗t͈̗͈̼͖̜͓̣̽̔į̟͇͍̣̮̟̣ͤͤ͌́̕n̷̗̱̯͙͓̹̤͗̃͛́c̸͓͍̳ͮ̀͞ǐ̜͔̖̮̙̈͛͒̚d̮̭̥̩̎̉̋͐̍ͮͯ͂̎u̶̘̪͒̅̆ͅn̸̤̟̩̮͒ͭͬ͑͐̌͐͟t̴͍͓̜͈̦̖̲͋͌ͮ͑̅͡͠ ͓̥͍ͪͪ̌m̢̛͎͍̼̞̲̫̖̐ͣ̅ͥ͝aͪ́҉̧̱͕̘̬̙u̹͓̜̣̠̯̻̤̻ͨͭͪ͋̍ͩͫ̀̚͞r͈̖̝̥͙̥͚͂̈ͪ̐́̌i̓ͣ̎͗҉̜̣̹͎̱͈̀sͤ̍͊̉͒͆͏̹͖̯̜͝͝,̧̡̬̥̰̪̯͍͉͌̌͌̑̚ͅ ̵̢̬̦͔͙̦͙͔͉̔͒͗͊a͌̇̋̍̀̉͏̝̼͚̪̫̰̞͝c͓̣̲̞̺ͪ́̔̀͠ ̟͕̼̯̝̫ͥ̉̇̓̈́̿ͅf̶̖̂ͯ̀̿̉ë̴̹̝͓͌̂ͪ̀ͣͮͅu̸̐͊̈̌ͫ҉̨͕͇̪̦̜̟̳̣g̛̰̜̞͍̾̍ͩ̀̎̿ͫ̄͞ī̤̩͎̙̻̮͔̟͍͛̾́̅̀͟á̶̘̪͒ͥ͐̏̌ͯ͘͝t̴̡̫̺̫̟͈͖̠͗̊̀̅ͧ̕ ̙̦̳̜̎̒ͯ͂͋̏d̺̖͐͆ͧ̇͂́ͯ͊ȕ̜̳͖͇͈̫̪̲̙ͯ̏ͮ͆i͖̩̰̱̯̜̮̟̰̇̇͛̀̓.̬͚̲̩̠̓̆ͥ̽̒ͫͨ ͩ̃͏҉̛͓̞̭ͅA͚̘̳̟̗ͥ̀̎ͫ̋ͫ͜l̙̻̼̍͋͊̔͂̓̀͢iͬ͌ͯ͑̏͂͞͏̹͚͈̞͝q͇̻͕̗͎̌̊͊ͭ̊̍̍̑̀͜u̴̸̶̳͕̹̖̹ͧ̆͐͑a̡̙̺ͫ̈́̃̇͋͒̀m̬͎̠̓͑͊͗̿̾̇ͤ̽̀͘ ̥̣̺̭̻͋̒ͭ̾ͦ̿ͣf͚̱̝͓̠͚̟ͦͥ̒a̸̧̘̭̲̻͉̙͉̺ͯͬ̂͊̌̆͊͠c̦̹̟̉ͧ͟i̠̪̘̪̰͈̰̺͖͛̏̕͜͠l̢͓͉͚̀̽͘ị̲͇͈̮̋̈͞͝s̨̃͌͒ͣ̈̆̍̌̇҉̤̺͈͖i̳̼͍̒͐̋̔s̥̯̗̤̲͕̺̰̱ͭ́ͭ̕ ̨̪̅͊͂̓͋͒ͣ̚ê͈͌̉̽̔͑̑̓ͦu̠̲̖̻̯̦͉͉͐̽͆̽ ̙̣͖͊̔̊̈ͫ̄ͫ̒ͅm̧͓͉̖̰͖̲̮̳̒̋̓ͦ͆͌a̯͕̞̻̮̭̩̭̾̌ͣ̇u̵̩̝͙̝̮̭̣͇͗͛r̦̯̗̳̜͕̭ͭ̒̓͒̏i̷̧̥̠͍̟̍͑ͩ̇̔͊̆ͬͥ̕s͇̥͇̦͎̑̋ͤ̾͠ ̏̐ͨ̇̿ͯ̋͏͎̥͕͓é̵̷̲̘͎̼͑ũ̶̙̥͔̗̫͓ͯ̈̐͒̀͝ ̱͍͈͛t͕̣̜̫̠͙̲͒̏̔͠ͅe̮̜ͭͮ͠m͌̚͏̀҉͓͎p̧̢̥͙ͤ̈́͜u̢̹͒͛͌ͫ͋̄͌͢s̴̘͈̥̯͔̘͖͂ͨ̀̓ͩͣ̋ͅ.͇̱̞͉͔̟̘̙͑͐̑̓̃̀̓ͅ ̡̬̼̗̣̝͍͕̭̎̽̅͗ͫ̎͆̅Ḯ̌͋͑̒̐̆҉̴͍̠̮̭ņ̸̺̼̺̰̜̗̣̪̂̍̆t̨̘̦̲̣̘͋͌̈́ͦ͂ẻ̛̼̟͂̎ͫ͑̈̈́g̘͚̱ͨ͋ͭ̋̔̉e̖̦̥͈̜̬͆ͣ͛́͂̾ͫ̐̒͢ͅr̲̘ͯ̈́̏̾͑̂ ͨͦ͌̉̔̈́͏̨͎̬̪͕͖̺̗͇i̶͍̫ͪ̇̊͗̄̈́ͥ̈å̷̸̸̬͈̟̖̠̪̐̂c̨͚̱̭̠̫͍̖̠͗̍́̿ͦͧͩ̅̕u̴̵̞̬̥̠̦̇ͧ̌ͦ̌̄ͬ̍̕l̛̼͈̤̱̦͔̹ͣ̿͗ͭ̓̈̍̅į̶̜̟̝̰̗ͭ̈́̂̎̊ͤ͊̈͝s͚͕̟̃ͧ̿͊̅͆̓́ ͔̦̗̺̰͙̟̘ͣ̔ͥͪ̄͝d̶̯͈̽̽͑ͨ͊͑̔͛͘a̳̫̫̔͂̃̈́͊̈ͬ͘͠͝p̳̝̻͓̦̣̘̮̫͆̒ͫ̂̏ͭͤͭi̡͙̫̽̓b̭͉̘̭̖̜̺̖̥̔̊ų̹̗̫̳̩͍̦̣̓ͬs̛̰͎͐͗͑̊ͯͬ̀ ̷͙̹͕̈͆́ń͙̆̓̀͒́̕e̷͚͒̈́̑̋͌̾ͧͬ̿͞ͅq̟̹̝̜͍͎̜̭ͯ͝u̐͊̔̈̋̐ͭͧ̂҉̦̕e̢̥̾̑ͣ̃ͭ̃ ̪̦̓͗̇̄̓́͘͢n̴̸͉̬̙̤͉ͫ̎̋o̵̙̖̔ͭ͠n̮̥̯̮͖̓ͬ̅̕ ͉͇̘̎͡l̸͈͈ͨ͆̓̈́u̧̡̲̭̻͌̉ͭ̐̓ͫ̀cͭͮͭͫ͂̿͗ͤͦ͏͎̣̭̰̲̹tͣ͏͖̹ͅu̳̖̟̳̩̠̟̫̓̔͌̈̓ͭ̉̎́s͓͉͚̦̰̽͊̕͡.̱͎͇͓́ͬ̍ ̛͎̭̰͍̥̭̲͖ͣ̍͑̽ͦ̍͌ͨP̟͍̜̺̭̎̇̉̔͐͟ḧ̥̥̳͙́͒ͨͅͅa̴̢͕̞͉̟͔̮ͩͯ̉ͩ̓̂̎͠ͅs̴̩̪̑͑ͅeͩͥ̽̉҉̳͔̩̫͈͎̘͉̙́͡l̺̱̗̯͎̻̝̹̇̑̽̋l͌̒͗̿͗̃͏̨̪͔͎͢ͅȗ̷͖̣͈̲̭̮ͬ͘s̶̹͕̹̜͓͎̽̀ͮ͆ͯͦͬ̀ ̸̖̤͍̫̖̩̿̃͌͋̽l͓̫̱͍͑͌̉ͯ̎̃̎̾̚͘͡a͒҉͍̪͕̯͎̘ō͈̳̥̱͇̪̣ͯͅr̯͖͔ͥ͛̈́͒́e͔̰̭ͤ̀̓̇e̷̩̹͍̬͖̒̽ͬͥt̷͙͓̙́̊͘ ̤̤͕̯̱͉̹̈ͯͨͩͮ̆̂tͨ͆̀ͯ̂ͨ̋͞͏̺̹ͅo̼̟͇͌̅̈́ͣ̏͆ͬ͝͠r̶̢͙̣̥͒̿ͤt̸̺̭̉̿͗̎̐͒ͦ̆o͓̩̩͈̗̠̬̦ͧ̍́̚͟r̘̻̟͓͇ͨ̌̽ͭ͛͌̀ͣ͢ ̥̪͕͇ͭ̐͆̽̽̅̀̕͜s̶̠̱̉́̊̐̆ͨͭ͛͘i̴̺̦͍̲̤̮͛ͥ̇͂̀t̠̗̱̥̖͈͓͍̒̓̉͆̒̏̊ͣ͢͡ ̈́͋̈ͤ͋ͬͯ͗҉̳̻̖̜̪a̮̦̱̗̥̬̘͈̐͌ͅm̗͉͓̼̋͑ͥͭ̄͑̂̄͆ě̢̧͎̤͎̠̖̘̼͇̇͑ͣẗ̳̫̗̼̗͔̥́̓ͥ̆̔̒̽̾͝͝ ̡͇̰ͫ̈̉͌̀̾ͤ͑̀ẽ͕̳̪͕͈͉͎͚̻ͤ͊̾̀̽͠r̈́ͮ͠͏͖̮̺ͅơ̱̖ͣͭ͐̑̕s̃̇͟҉̜̤̻͍̘͎̥ ̘̤̣̻̃ͫ͢i͉͓̟̞͈͎͖͍̤̾ͥͥ͒͘͡a̴̜̤̫̣͕̩̻̤ͤ̌̓̃͜͞ͅc͈̯͎͐̉͠u̡͉͉̼̎͂l̙̣̬͓̰͛̈̈́͋̃̽̀̚̚ì͖̹̖͙͎̬̤͉ͪ̉̍̿̽ͣs̡̡̲͔͎̯̼̗̥̓̒̃͢ ̖̣̫̗̭̜̓̽ͪ͋p̡͖͈̥͎̦̈̔̿u̧̯̱͍͈͍̤ͪ͌̉͗̀ͧͫ̚l̷̮͓̬͓̆̅ͪ̔͒͗͡͠v̧̡͈̤͖̥̺̻͇̹̹̄́̌͆́̔͂̾͟i͔̺̫̰̣̬̺͌̇͒̋̋͗ͯ̐̋́n̩̹̼͔͙̯͖̪͗͋ã̮̞̦̳͙͂̒͌̕͟r̡̟͇̔.̮̤͍̣̘͙̪̪̦̿͗ͯͨ̎ ̵̧̩͕̲͉̹̙̩̙ͨͧͨͦ̚̚͞D̷̢̘̮̱̟ͥͨ̿̽̄u̷̵͑͆͗ͨͯ̒҉̯̣̺̖̭͍̹iͨ͐̔ͫ͏҉̮̮̰̥̺̘sͭͧ͊̿̆͊͏̴̰͔̻̯̻͢ ̶̛̺̪̣̘̋͑͊̆̂̍m̟̩̪̊́̆̐̀̽̊ͬ͐è̙̖̮̦̊ͧ̋ͧ́ţ͔͈̌͛͠ų̴̺̹̠̖̖̪̥̞̥͂̓̊̽̀s̨͉̩̞̱ͦ̉̊͐̀ͅ ̱̼̲̟̞͕̃̀ͅn̨̺̥͍̓̉͆̐͂̍ͤ̉͜í̙̤̙͎̺͚͇͙͕ͪ͘s̻̫ͩ̾͛ͨ̈̎͊͂̚ȉ̠̺̮̗̰͓͖͎̽̔̒̎̾͛ͬ̚͢͜͞,̷̻̮̣͇̠̬̼͕̉̐̏ ̵̛̮͔̭͚̯̃̌ͧͥ̓ͨͫͯ̚͞c̶̙̼͍̙̃̿͗ͯuͯ̉́͏̵̜̰̦͓̥̹ͅȑ̵̴͚͎̲̦̖̺̑ͅs̴̨̝̗̙̱͋ͥ͋̆̔̊͡u̵̲̣̬̝͈̫̭ͩ͆s̨̰̘̹̊̐̄̀ ̨̣̰̝̘̦͇ͪ̀̐ͧ̑̈́̃n̴̷̡̪̤̻̻̮̠͈ͣ͐̂̽̔̓́̽o̬̘̺̮̞̩̼͓̓̑̅̎ͥ͋̈͘n̛̲̙̞͕̊̋̍ͫ̌ͮ͋̂ͧ͘ͅ ͤͪͪ́҉̸͖̺̭̺̥ͅͅd̡͎̬̯̹ͮ̉ͥͬ́ŭ̎̉̐͑͛͏̶̠̖͇̭͡i̶͑ͨͩ̽҉̵̠ ̶̴̤̦̳̠͑͗̈́̒̔̌́͛͠n̷̗̩̯͈̘̟̹̊́ͧ̒̋͌́o͍̮̠͛̆̍͊͛͞͡n͖͍̪̜̅ͥ͛̒̿̿̕͞,̧̱͇̍̊̿ͬ̆͘ ̜̺̲͇͚̲̩̖̲̂͂̿̍͗̆d̨̻͙̮̺͎͚̤̎̂i̖͇̹̺͛g̴̶̖̠͕̯̰͖̫̤̍ń̸̷̹̟͔̻͓̠ͣ̉̑ͤ̓̀ͬ͌̀ȋ͖̣͚͙̖̲̥̺̱̓̾̋̑ͪ̿ͣ̀͟s͇̻̳͍̞̙͓͇̏ͩ͛ͧͭ̑͐͟s̵̨̬̻͑ͥ̈ͥ͆̍̍͢i̸͎͚̯͇͇̲͌͊̓̾ͬͭ̑m̩̮̗̙̯ͭ̈́̉̊ͅ ̧̖͔͙̱̭͖̦̽v̼ͤͫę̨͓͇̘͕ͣ̽ͫ͌ͅs̶̫̠͎̆͂ͥ̈́ͪ̽̄͗͢t̘̗͇̖̘̭͇̝ͥ̇i̤̱̦̜̋̔ͣͬ͑͗͟b͆̒̈́́ͮ͏̛̻̣̤͉͔͕ͅu͚ͨ̈ͩ̉͗ͫ̕͟l̠͙͈̬͕̟̦̦̀ͮͦ̽͡u̧͖̣̺͊͒̇̎ͅm̝̲̋̇͌͋ ͙̫̠̞̰ͫͦͫ͋͒͒͑̆n̶̥͓̲͙̥̗̱̑͛͂͠u͓̤ͯ̔̍ͬl̞͉̙̰͍͕͍̤̬͆̃̒̓ͤ́l͗̾͂̏͜͝҉̬̱a̜̥ͯ͋̐͛ͩ̒̔̈.̤͓̹̹͕̩̮̿͐̿͌ͭͯ̀̕ ̴̴̣͓̱͓̜͉͚̙͒̌͆́ͮ̅ͮͮͪD̿̒͌̾̅̎͂̇҉̰̘͈̫͚̯̳̮ơ̮̲͖͓ͦ̌͂ͣ̏ͫ͝n̰͙̩̱̯͌e̵͓̲͕̠ͫͦ̔ͪ͑ͦ͂͞ç̹͇͈̣̣̇̄ͨ͐ ̡͎͔̠̹̱͕ͮ̏ͭ͟ͅḷ̢͙͂̿̀ǎ̛̟̣͔͛ͨ̚c̨̥͔̙̈́͂̒ͣ͂͛ͣͮ̀͟i̇͂͛͌ͯ҉͈͖͉̪̳̕n͍͉̄͊ͬ̔̌ͤ͠ī̅̇̆̒̏͏̝̻͉̱̬ͅa̛̮ͬ̋ͫ̍ͪ͡,̥̟̩̩̮ͫ͌̋̐̆͋ͥ̎͂ ̛̺͓ͬͮ̎̚͢l̨͎̮̥̬̣̜ͭ͐̌̏a͖͕͗̾ͬ̕͘͠c̹̳̞̹͖̰̻̞̍͒̑̄̉̂́ͩ͒͠u̴̝̖̲̍̓͜ș̹̪͑̇̍̆̓̂ͭͨ ̦̃̋͋̋ͥ̾ͨŝ̨͚̩̜̲͕͖̽̐̽̾ͯ̀ͅi̵̭̻ͮ̆ͭ̌ͬ̓͜ț̗͉͙̂ͦ̆͑͊ͦ̂̎͑͡ ̴̳͕̦̝̟̫͚ͪͣ͒ͧͬ̂ͦ́ͅa̸̓҉̦̻͚̮̳̗̫m̗͉̋̾͟é̴͈̈́̓ͯ̇̿͛̚͡t̪̥̙͚̲̼̳ͮ͋̊̃̆̄͘͠ ̥̰̯ͥ̓ͨ͝͞p͙̪̜̰̝̦̿͌̅͜r̛̲̬̯̦͖̫͉ͨ̉͛̓͛ͮͯ̂͝ë͔̖̣͉̼̰̙́̔ͭ̐͌̎̒͌̒͢ͅt̳̤̻̱̰̺̤̽i͚̣̙̱̞͙͋̒̍̅͋͐̎̽ǘ̩̣̖ͫ̊ͧ͗̓̐̀mͬ̿͂̓͆ͮ̚͏͎̗̠̺̗̩̺̞̬ ̞̜̭̺̻͖̯̬̠͒̒ͭ͗̊̏ḡ̖ͮͣ̿̅̉͢r̴̰̥͎͕̎ͯ̇̚̕͝a̵͔͕̝ͥͯ͗ͤͧͦv̲̲̝̔̎́͟į̘̻̬̦ͦ̄d̥̉̕a̙̳͖̣̬̚͝ͅ,̝͓̙͓̥̘͐ͫ͡ͅ ̯͔̩͉̪̦̄͋͑d̑̉͏̟̪̫̖͖̘̻̯̀u̸̺͚̰̹̳̲̜͍ͦ͛̎͌ͬͪ̋͒́i̩͚ͫ͑ͦ͡ ͇͖̇̌̊̀e̲̪ͬͦ̔̉̂̈͂͟͟n̩̫͈̥̞̯̭̦͒̍̔̌̈ͫͅi̭̼͈̰͕̣͌̍̔ͦͫ͞m͚̪͉̠ͥ̃͡ ͤ̐͌͏͚̺̱̯̼͙p̷͙͎͇̬̀̎̉́̚r̤̺͐̽ͥ̋͒̀͢͢͡ẽ̴͓̮̦̱̼̞͚̹̍͊ͫ̆̚͟ţ̷̪͙̣̪̖̠͔̐͛̑ͣi̢̹̗̫̹͖̣͓̜̅̀ͅu̖̺̰̹͍̗ͭͫͪͨm̧͐͑̒̃ͩͫ҉͎́ ̶̴͍̗̺̾̔̾̄͌́ä̸̶̟̼̞̭̞́̑͒̅̕ͅn̯͚̜̺̬̙͈ͮͥ͑͛ͪ̈́́t̶̸̪͎͇͇̖̫͙̝ͪͦ̈̆ͅę̤͎̥͑̍͠,̵̳̻̗̟ͭ̃̆̒́͠ ̣͍̜̲̰̯̲͔̀ͨ̍́̕ï̻̩̩̜̾ͦ̾̌ͨ͗n̹̾̓̔ ̨̘̝̣͌̒ͣ̇ͯ̏c̵̨͉̪͕̔̑̈́̐̚͘oͣ҉̫̝̮̥͚̞n̻̻͈̾̍̂͋̓ͣͪͤͯ́͘v̥͎̎ͨ͐ͅǎ̮͈̥͎̳̊ͬͭ̍l͆̓͏̻̮͙͢l̷̘̟̤̜ͦ͐ͥ͛̓̽i̊̂͋̅͊̔ͤ͢҉̖͎̩̘s̥̮̼̖̣̣̑̑̆̉͊̇̽ ̭̟̼̻̝̗ͫ̊ͣ̽̅̀͗̅͌t̸̖̗̤͕͕͍̻̜ͥͧͤ̑͛̀ͣ͑͢u̫̗̫̙̝̒͌͌̆ͩ͆ͬ̇r̵̳̼͇̜͔̓̎̄p̨͚̯̼͚̰̓̆ͧͮ̚̚ĩ̢͙̺̺̺͈̠̤̀̍̀ͅs̸̷̲̩̟̺̰̮̓̎̌ ̣̜͇ͪ̿̐͐̚e̸͈͍̾̑ͨͧ̽̿̆͟n̷̪̜̮͚̫̲͇ͨ̇ͫ͌̂͡i͚͓͖̝̺̪͔ͧͪṁ͖̜̠͖̪͙͇͍̇̋̽͌ͪ́̔͜ ͬ̇̀̐̂͐͏̱̩̰̺͍a̵̦͍͇͉̰̮̮̱͒̌͊ͥ ̦̯͇͎̘̼̜̅̐̕ȕ͙̜͕̙ͦ͢͠r̛̳͇͔̻̤͍̪̒̏ͨ͝ͅn̲͍̜̥̬̞̣͔̽̍̀̓́ͩͨ̿́͡ã̴͔͇̟̏̊̑̌̄͒̾͊͠ͅ.̱̼̦̜̺̰̀͌͗̔̀͟ͅ
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̷̯̗͚͎̍͞U̵̪̻͉͖͗ͬ̉ͨ̊ͣ̈́̾̚͢ͅt͕̞̼̺̬̤͑̐̐ͬ̋͂ͧ̀͘͢ ̛͉̯͈̺͙̺͚͒̑͌͂̎̈̉̕b̡̻͈̙̂̓̽͛̔́̓͆̾̀i̛̺͓͕̯͕͖̔͂̒̓́͂̽̽b̵̮͛̍ͨ̊̏ͨe̦̪̳͎̤ͤͭͯ͆ͨ͟n̳̲̘̭̹̟̰̟̊̎̕͡d͗͏̰̻͉̙͈̳͝ͅu̡̥̯̹͉ͫ̕ͅm̴̴͉̳͍̺̔̐͑ͩ͆̽ͬ̀ ̵̧̗͉ͥ͛u̞̹ͭ͌͌̽̎͊͗̂̋l͈͖̝̝̦ͣ̍͆̍͗̀ͅt̓̃ͮ̓͋҉̣̺̭͎̲̳̘͉͡͝r̛͚͕̗̒̆̓̍ͩ͑ͨi̵̢̱͈̼̜̊ͫ̓c̵̭͇̈́͊́̿̅ͭ̌̀͝i̢̟̩͖͊̿̈ͫͣ́ͫ̉͠ḛ̱̞͕̅̾̆͡ş̖̺̜̱͕͍̭̜͋̅̄̒̆ͯ̀ ͉̳̝̜͎̫̊̐͂̅͒̈́ͨ̏͠ͅͅn̞̹̘̰̖̠̠͒̄̊̿ụ̸͔̹͔͓̘̿ͧ̎͆̓́͠ņ̷̴̱̝̩̼͚̣̹ͣ̍̽c̬̺̲̹̞̟͔̘̈̏,̸͙͖͇̗̂͑̒ͩ̑ ͚̻̝̙̭ͥ̌̐ͤͪ̑ͭ̚ǎ͎̘̥͎̬̯͒̈͊̉ͯͩͬ̎̕ ̤͔͑̾͒͞p̡̞͚̫̤̱̻ͪͬ̈́ơ̡̯̳̦̼̮̜ͯ̄ͤͩ̋ͩ͒͠r̥̪̣̪̪̉͋ͪ̌̾ͪͨ̿ẗ̶̹̤̜̣̮̹̼̳̏̏̏̎́̿͡ä̧̮̳̙͇́͌ͮ ̢̹̫̲̝̞̞͔̏͌ͭ̔ͤ̈l̛̪̲̗̮̜̰̫͂ͤ͗̈ͬĕ̷͔͉̺͍̘͔̲͚͕ͣͦ̍͋̑ͫ̔͝ç̢͙̹̖̲̤̥̭̜̘̔ͤ̉̉͛t̩͖̽͟ų̬̼́ͩ̅͑̃ͤ͐͆s̤̹̣͇̜͙͖̖͖͑ ͎͎̊̇ͮͣͧ́͝t̬̮̂͗̚͢i͕̥̙͔͚̭ͩ̓̓͛̓̋̏́n̫͋̐͐̓̿ͮͧč̨̛̺̞̝̫̯͢ͅi̧͉̗͈̾͒ͦ͞d̯̳͎̦̠ͧ̅ͬ̓ͥ͊̀û̯̗͚͚͚ͨͭ̑̔͢͠n̴͆ͬ͌͐͊ͯ͌͏̧̯͉̯̜͎̜ț̵̛̛̳̈ͦ͋̿ͫͥ͑ ̡̨̖͓̪̣̰̄̍ͣ̄ͨ̇̉ͬu͙̭̖͖͙̥͖̇̽̽̈́͑ͪ̿͌͐t̝̹̪ͬ͛̏̈́ͬ̀̚̚͟͞ͅ.̸̰͉̹̍̕͟ ̡̳̺̣̺͓̒̊̕͝I̴̵̦̣͇̱͎͛̄̃ͥ́͆̒͠n̫̱̲̩̦̳̥͋̏ͤ͢ț̶̹̳͈̬ͯ̾ͦ͜ͅe̴̩̳̪̘̦̳̤̦̿̏ͫ̍̌ͭ͂r̹̟̥͋͌͢͝d̮͆̈ͤ́͐ͪu̵̡͇̳̓͒ͪ͛̒̄̚͝m̧̳̩̮̳̘̙̬̫̔̄ͥ̽̐ͤ͝ ̘̗͈̻͓̪̿ͨ̑ͨ̑ė̸͖̺͚̯̻̳̌̉ͯͮ̊̈ť̺͕̈ͧͤ͆̔̍͡ 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̘ͦ̃͗ͧ͋ͦ̋̊͞s̴̻̬̮̃i̹̻͑͆̈̚t̳̬̩̯̮ͦ͂̔ͣ̋̋͘ ̶̧̹̝̤̙͛ͭͮ̏͋ͣ̊̄ā̵̞̖͉̻̝ͣ͊ͨ͐ͬͯͮ͝m̥ͨ̉ͦ̚e̪̰̰̾̄͟͞t̡̯̟͈̱̦͎̠̾́̉̃̾̐͒͑ ̸̖̲͍̬̞͓̩̋ͫ͆͊̔̽ͮ͘͡m̷̡̭̗͖̪̞̱̀ͅã̠̝ͨ̓̓̉͌ͩ̓́͝x̯͖͖̪͈̮͇͚͆ͩ͗ͭ̐͝i̺̖͆͊ͯͣͮm̸̷̱͔̌̈̓ͨ͗̿u̼̲͔͋̄̄̂ṩ̵̛͚̥̻̺͖̈́ͬ̎̏ ͔̜ͭͭ́́͞l̐͋̅҉̦͇̼̥͎̜̘̲ĕ̂ͤ̉͜͏͔̻̱c̳͎̲̤̮̙̋̊͗̓̽̌͟t̩̯̖̹̠͚ͭͪ̍̉ů̴̻̥̘ͩ̓̉́s͚̜̦͎̈ͭͩ̋ͮͩ͛ͪ͡ ̄̊͏̲̠͈̤̗s̾͊̑ͨͫͣͧ͌̓͏̴̮̮ͅc̴̷̛̣̫̰̝̝͉͗ͥͪͤë̷̬͖͓͖̮͕̳̌̏̓ͣ́̓̒̈l̡͕̖̲͓͊̍ͥ̇̌ė̛̃̽͌ͤ̉҉̦̮͚r̝͈̭̒͋̑̾̃ͅȉ̢͚͖̠̮͙̄̊͆ͨ͘͝sͨ̎̔ͮ̃҉̛̣͔͓̥̹͙̱q̯̞̮͚̹̍̒͑̇̔̇ͅū̶̳ͯͮ̐̑̒̚͢͞ĕ͖̰̲̫̓̈́ͤ͘͞ ̼͉̭̜͖̭̳͌̈̐ͫ̐ě͍͚̎̅͠u̿͏͖̗̣̜̝͟.̸͇̑ͦ̓̽͋̋ͭ ̵͍̠̭͔͉̅ͧ̊̎ͮͧ̈́̽͡D̵̦͕̥͓̱̰̰̈́̅͗ͨ̇̿̉͆̕ů͖̉ͨ̐̈́i̡̲͎̦̠͂̉͐ͦ͗͌ͨ͛s̛͎̦͙ͣ̕̕ ̡̞̫̜̞͎͚͉̾̂̃ͤ̍̅i̡͚̮̹̤̓ͩͪ̈́͜ͅp̧̞̟͎͌̽̒ͨ̀s͚̥̒̿̆ͮͩ̈́̕͞ͅǔ͑ͦ̓͒̚҉҉̗̞͙̻́m͛̽̒͏̰̰̭̦͟ ̷͉̹ͦ̆ḿ̡̯̺ͬ̌ͫ́a̧̠̼̲͚̤͖̲͖͙ͫ̈ͣ͜͞u̩̱͚͙ͩ̿̉̈́̒͊̃̇̒͠r̂̈́͋҉͇̹͍̥̱̝̠î̷̗̝͆̑́s̨͍̟͙̜ͨ,̂̓͏͎͖̤̯͉ ̩̜̲̘̙̭̄̀̔͡ͅṿ̵̥̙̋͜͜e̵͔̠̻͗̿n̲̻̗̥͉ͦ̿͛͐͊̄́̚͜e̻͈̙ͦ̌̈́ͧͬ͂͑̿̚n̠͉̗͎̖͇̙̊̎̋ͫͥ̓à̬̪ͩ̓ͥ̆̉t̝̪̤̝̮͔͎͒̍̐ͭ̑͂́i̓̉ͧͭ͏̥̺̟͚̲̫̟̫s̴̸̠̝̜͙̙̿͛̉̌̒̃̚ ̧̱̠̲̘̙̳͉̟͆̌̒̑ͯ͂ͪ̀́ͅv̫̞̟͔̼̓͘i̧̹̯̘̫ͥ̆ͩ̆ẗ̴́̋͋҉͍̘̥̟̺͖͕̲͎͢ȧ̶̞̭͔͎͋ͭͅĕ̸̜̂ͧ̀ ̴͇͔̻̜̓͂̇̈̑͢ş̟̗̬̗̣̭̹͛̀ͪc̙̣̜̝͈̿̉̀͡e̛̛̹͎͉̥͚̗̅̏ͤ̅̆ͬ̕l̮̬̈́e̙̤̣̦͓̮͙ͣ̐̒ͮ̀̄̊̂͜͡r̹͚̞̜͉̪̱ͫͣi̺͉͎̠̖̤̮͈̍̇̉ͫs̈́͆̅҉̡̢̙͓̝͚͍̟q̧͙͓̙̪͙̺͉̾̉ͦ̍ͪ̏͌̏u͔̟̺̹̺͈̐ͭ͋eͩ̑̑͗̽͒͒͑҉̴͎̟̤̹̘̹͕ ̴̸̗̭̙̪͍̅̒ͭa̫̼͍̟̲̾̑͑̈́̂̄͗̂c͙̠̖͙͉͉͗̓̽̆̚ͅ,̩̮͍̭̠̳̩̠͚͑̆̒ͤ͂̋ͧ ̧͓̣͖̥͚̗̻̰̆̓́͜e̡͇̹̖̦͇͎̬͛̎̉ͅf͓̍ͥͣ̈́͋͌ͫ̌͊f͖̬ͬ̒̆̐͆͜͜į͖͙̳͚͇̥̖̎ͥ̏͐̓̉͆c͎̤ͭ̆ͮ͜i̷̡̛͚̻̩̭̝̺̟̝͓͒̐̽͛͆ͤ͊̽͋ť̷̢̡͚͚̾ͥ̂ͅu͇̩̺̰̞̠̮̗̺̽ͨͥ̾̈́̽́r͍̭͈̜̻̪̭̮͇͋ͤ͝͡ ̞̤͍̫͔̗̫̲ͨͥ̂ͨv̸̢̢̬̪̲̟̪̟͚̳͑̃̓̓ͤǐ͈̖tͧ̆͗ͩ̇̈͆͐̂͏̖̲̪̰͎͓a͕̖͇̺͔̜̾ͭ̇̄̽͡e̫̲̟ͬ͐͛ͮ͛̒̒ͦ̊ ̖̮̞̰͓̮̭͉͓̓̓͗̒̄ͧ̓́͡f̶͈͇͙͍̦̥̗̩ͩ̑͐ͬͩ̈͌̐͟e̬̮̱͈̲̖ͨͦ̚͠l̤̦̘̲̙̱̘̑̇̉̓̋ͩ́ͬ̕͢i̴͉͚͎̱̥͍̻̮̦͛͗̐ͪ͘ş͌ͯ͒͏̥̠̬.͖͉ͥ̉ ̢ͧ̔́̀͏̖V͚͔͚̻̦̓͊̾̇̀e̟͎͕̮̦̖̿͐͋͋͌ͦ͋̚͞͝s̵̰̯̥ͨ͑͗͗̒͞ͅt͚̘̲͆̆̏͑͟͢i̺̰̩̺͎͖͉ͥͭ̂́͟ͅb̝̩̣̗̄̔̉̉͗͜u̝͇̙͇̱̣̓ͧͥ̉̄̒ͧ́͒͘l̍͋́̿͏̙̼͍̱͍̬̦̫͓u̻̲̻̒̄́̎́͝m̵̧͇ͩ̋̋̚ ̧͚̩͙͐̈ͤͨq̱̬̖̘̥̖͈͓ͦͬͦ̊u̹͕̓̎́i̼͆ͩ͑͑ͣͭ͌́s̷̘͚͖̐́̀ͧ̈́̆̏ ͎̰̞ͦ̅̔͋̏̍̏̈͟p̧͉̘̙̭̲̦̥̬̩̄̀͢u̷̯ͪ͊̾ļ̢͚̬̪͎̜͇̮̍ͥ̽ͣ͌̌̔ͅv̴̨̢̻̠̑͊ͤͧͦ͐̾̂̒ĩ̫̰̦͍̳̱̲͉̔̌̋̀̑̑n͈̘͔̠͉̙̓̽ͫ͟ą͖̺͖͎̞̒̓͌̿̆̐͑ͦr̮̲̗͈̼̹̉̽͆ͫͪ͆͢ͅ ̒ͧ҉̱͈̮͖̠ă͖̮͚̬̯͙͍̬̥͌ͯ̍r̡̨̯̭̔ͥ̿͊͑́͝č͕̤̞̀͑̎̆̐̓̄͠͡u͙̥̰̺̠ͦ͐.̙̬̝ͨ̂͗̇̏͒͋̇ͅ ̻̩̘̬̍͗͋̂C͕̝͈̣͈̺̎ͮ͟ŗ͉̘̠̩ͬ̑͊ͥͤͤͤa̦̬͉̻̦̜͓ͥͬ͐̽̚͘š͏̡̢̞̣̯͕̻ ̵̷̪̫̹͎̲̻̪͋ͨ͑̄͒̆͟ͅl͈̭̱͓͍͔̭̺͙̅ͦͧ̈u̵͕̫͎͙̭͚̭̟̍̾̆͛̒̂c̶̡̠͎̈́̄̀ͨͯ̇͘t̢̬̙̓͝u͖̲̯͗s̨̯̟͓̙ͧ̅̽͑͆ͯ͌̿ͬͅ ̶̛̤̞͍̭̮̹̮ͪ̇̽̀e̷̞̙̩̤͙̟͔̎͆̃͑̓̍̚r̵̖͎̯̜̥͚̀̈́ͣ̓̂̇̍̾̀o͈̗̰̬͇̲͗ͮ̔͐̎ͦ͑͡s͆ͩ̐̍ͣ̽̓̾҉̦͇͢ ̰̳͎̭̿ͨ̃ͬ̇͒͐̆̽ḛ̵̡ͣ͋ͭͮ̂͝ģ̶̰͎̖̌̊̃̑͊͑́ͥȅ̝̳̳̭̖ͥ̃̓ͦͥͩ̑͠t̐͒̃́ͭ҉̮̮ ̷̧̺̪̪̖̳̼̂̾̇̌̈͗̓ͬ̚t̷̗͕͗ͫͩ̿̈̒ͅu̳̫ͭͧͥ̓r̵̶̮̭͚̣͓͇̖̜̻͌̍ͪ̔p̸̬͚̖̱̥̮̔i̷̪̼̓̆ͣ̽͗̀͒̚̚͠s̛̘̼̰̘̣̗̆ͯ ̡̖̥̝̲̖̬̲͚ͤͤ̓ͭ̋pͧ̓̽ͣ͂͐ͧ̔͞҉̧͉̝̳h̔͏̱͚͓̻̹͈͔̤͡a̞̲̬̥̞̲̳̽̾ͬ̊ͬrͫ̄̈́͘҉̝̥͓̠̙̰e̢̎͆ͧ͗͆̑͏͖̼̺̤͚͎t̶̲͈̱̙̖̟͋̐͟r̪̗̥̳̬͎̞̖͒͗̄͘a̤̼̤̹̗ͧ̃̚ͅ,̸̶̫̤̑̔ ̸̡͇͓̹͍͌ͦi̵͎͉͚͕̰̤͗͑ͩ̾ͪͩd̶̜͎̣̤̣̪̜̯̑̐ͤ̒ͭ͒ͦ͟͡ ̢͎̪̟̭̯̹̯̈́̈ͨ̃͐ͪ̆̈́͡v̭̯̬̟͖̖̍ͫͮ̏ỏ̓͑̒ͩ҉̟̪ĺ̺ͧ̍̃͛̐͟ȗ̴̦̩̲̠̼̺̽t̳̖̲̟̳͚͓̻͂̈́̀͋̌̋͊̃p̗̫̖̝͚̠̔ͪ̉̂̀ạ̧̡̗̫̗̜͈̯̩̓̋̓̓͐͂̚ṯ̱̹̬̩̮̜͆͒̽̇͘͠ ̨̢͙̗̊ͤ̍̏̿͌̅̈́̉͠i̸̘͔͖̞̭͍̾ͧͫͬ̈́ͫ͗͗̔p̴̮̙̘͋́s͙̝̟͍͔ͫ̓̀͟ͅu̥̳̻̪͐̌ͮ̀͛m̵̰̩̔ͥ̚͟͟ ̵̟̼̥͖̤̩̮̻̱̉ͫ̈́͌͛i͇̣͈̔̀̀͝aͪ̏̋͊̃̀̐̏҉̯̱̘͖̙̜̱c̴̰̳̭͓ͭͨ̽́u̟̘̙̅́̍̈́̊l̸̠͍̱ͧ̂i̱͙̱͕͉͋̅͢͠s̡̥̟̻͎̔ͦ̃͞.̧̻̹͍̰̗̝ͣͤ͡ͅ ̘̭̗̐̅͂͊́̀́S̵̛͕͕̈ͥ̈́ͫ͠ṵ̡̫̐ͦͭs̡͉̬̈͗͆̈́ͮ̓̅p̻̱͓̺̣̩̺̽̌ͨͫ̿ͤ̀̚͜ę̦̠͌̿̇ͦ͟ñ̛̛̜̻̙̟̟̥̗̜̰̉ͬ͝d̸̡̛̤̪͇͖̣̙̊̉̓̅ͪͮ͊̈́̌ȋ̻̳͓͉̯̖͓̩ͮ͑͗ͦ͞ŝ̟͙̞̝͙̘̼̠ͨ͜s̯̜̒͡ͅe̍ͨ̍̂͒̎ͯͭ҉͏͖̱̦͓̯̠͎̼ ̢͖̿̋̒͡ͅs̉̓͊̽ͬ̒͏̪͎e̷̦̼̲͙̐͂͗̌͋͐͐͆͜d̲̞͓ͯ̈́́͢ ̛̠̮͒ͧ͟͞ͅl͓̥̰͚͌̉́̿͋ͭ̽́̕͠a̳̤͙͎̬ͮ͌̈̔͗̓̑̚c̶͔̺̎ͥ̎ͪ̈́̆ͯu̴̧͍͇̟͉̼̟͙̫͓̾̔ͯ̀ͬ̓̈̓s̶̸̼̟͊͑͠ ͛̾̓̂ͩͤͮ҉̫e̷̥̫̙͍̭̯ͪ͆̏̇̇ͬͫg̪͉̺̱̱͉̩̟͍̓͐͘͡ëͫ͐ͯͯͦͥ̈͑͏͖̦̺͓͓̘͍̰̼t͖͈̜̭̜̫̙͓̓̉͢͟ ̧̰͈͊͋̊n͇͓̩̂ͮ̋̓ͣ̏͘͢i͕͉̬̝͛̋͐s̸̨̖͎͚̥̹͎̳̿̐ͮ͆̍ͣ͆ͦi̤̠͙̓ͯ͊̃̃̀̅̔͞ ͈̮̠̗͕̬̂͋ͤ͡f̨̜͇̙̗̈́̿͢e̛͓̩̦̙̟̘̅̔ͯ̅́͆̽͗͠ȑ̸̳͍͇̖̰̜͛͛́m̠̙ͤͭ́ͩͫ̀e̴̠̻̗̠̫͓̔̃̅ͤn̨̟̗̲̱̤͓͉̗̣͊̔̅͑̾̓̕͟t̍ͨ̇͗ͮ̓ͩ̄҉̨̣͇͕̙͔ú̗͚̙̹̳͑͜m̢̛͍͚͔͉͇̟̦̓́ ͚̻̝̺̺̄́ͫ̑̆ͮͦͥͅp̷͖̟̳͔͎̥͙̳̭̍̇͟u̡̨̹͎̩̱̮̮͚̳̍̄ͩ̍̏̃ͦ̎̚l̞̫͚̽͒̎̕͝v̶̥̣̲̬̞̟̟͊͐ͅi̢̭̹̱̲̦ͤ̎̒̆ͬ̿ͨ̕͞ṉ̻̗̥͚͇̲̤͉̓̂ͩ̉͛̽̎ͨaͭ̌ͫ͆͡͏͍̫̭͇͖͖͎̺r̴̋ͭͩ͢͏͔̯͈̹̙̫̗͈̘ ̶̷̭̭̖̼̯̓̉͆͌̿ư̸̹͈̗͙̤̜͗ͭͩ̽͘t̸̘̹͈̪͈̣͍ͥ̎͆̓ͫ͋̀ͫ ̛̙͎̳ͫͣ̒ͯ̓͊̏ͩ̔s̡͉̙̯̫̈̐̔ͩ̔̃̐̽̒ẽ̗̞͍̗̪̦̫ͪ͑͌̑ͮ̂͐͜͡d̡̩̯͕̤͓̰͇̓ͨͬ ̸̬̞̲̲ͮͭ̿ͫ͢l̖̪ͮͪ̒ͮͪ͒̾̒́̕͠e̞̜̣̐̑̎͒ͮ̎́ͅc̼̗̤͛̿̎͑ͨ͟͢t̢͔̅ͬu̸͙̲̳̫̟̟̠ͧ̄̈́̉͑s̮͚̟̼̣̻̣̼̣͂͋̈.̧̧̯̠͇̝͚̰̌ͣͅ ̮̭͔̻̝̩̰͚ͧ̓̀Ṿ̢̪̫͇̮̳̱͇̉ͪ̿̕͞e͕̱̯̥͗ͦ̏̏͂͐ͨs̸̪̯͙͖̰̤̭͇̮ͥͣͩ̚͝t̡ͯ̉̎͑̀̓͏̲i̧͇̩̜̣͔̮͓ͧ̔̔͒ͫ̍b̶̧̦̪̳̱̣̖ͤ̍̌̒̆ͥ̌̽u̢̳̣̠̘͐͑ļ̢̼̺͖̰̘̙̣ͣ͑̏͐͑̀̔̒͠ṳ̮̱͔͙͕̫ͤ̄̅ͭͨ́͡m̢͇͕̞̩̼̜̍̐̃̆ͭ̊̋̿̀ ̴̦̹̪̗̖͚͎̱̻͋͑ͥ͛̃l̶͎̬͎̗̹̘̆͐̃ͤͩͨ̄̚͟ͅͅo̬̘̾̾ͦ̑͌͒͜͠b̷̪͇̺̳̍ͧͧ͡͠ö̐͏̹͎̩̣͙̝̱͍́ŗ̤̘̰̩͎͕̩̙̯̓ͪ̒͘t̶̸̫̻̜͍͇́ͥ͗̄̋̔į̶͈͇͓̳̪̥̺̺̲ͪ͗̅͆ͨ̊͆͢s̨̝ͣ͋͢ ͈̬̄̌͒́̀͡m̨̛̥͙͑̾ͮͥe̸̢͔̯͓ͥ̇ͩ̅ͫt̯̞̘͑̆́̑͊u̴̼͙̼̭͖̖̠̣͆̇̌ͬ̆̅̓̋ͧṣ̯ͫ ̛̣̝͔̱̳̬̗̭̗̅̇͂̀̏͂͠m̢̘̘̄ͯ͋̄͋ͥë̦͚͕̣̜̙͎͖̅ͯ̓t͎͓̗̻͚̫͙͈̉̾͒ͦ̕ụ̢̨̗͎̱̠̼̥̞̊ͮͭͮ́̆͂͠s̶̫͂͢,̷̫̜̭ͪ̚͜ ̵̧̮̰̪͕̥̪͙̂͒ͣ̈́̏ͩͅv̴̛̺͕̯̼͖̞͋͗̅̇ͥͣę̰̮̻͍͖̦̱̍̏̏̏ͥ͂͒ș̣̤̖ͦ̍̄̈̌ͬṭ̱̳̭̻̉̉ͨ̓̓̀̚ḯ̙̮̻̓̀̎͘ḇ̰̣͙̿͗̌̾̔̃̚ŭ͓̯̗͙̟̜̫̺̒̈͌͘͠l̅̎̏ͬ̈́͌̑͏̠͉̩͕̙̘̖̪ͅu̴̵̻̠̥̱̪̠͇͕̱͋̐̂̾́̈́m̶͉̯͙̭̙̩̫̦͂̾̌ͩ̏̄ ̯̮̭̲̟̾̋͒̀͘v̞̍̅̈́ͬ̓ͫͭ̄͟e̛̯̬͉̗̊͝s̞̫̈́ͬ̿͆ͣ̀̅ͦt̓͋ͮͮ͌̔̏̽̑͢҉͙̗̖̩̠i̵͓̣̒͗b̽͊ͦ̉͋̑ͪ̒̈͏̸̞̻̘̲̘̻û̞͈͈̫͇̭ͪ̓ͬ̈́̅͞͡ͅl͕̱̫̐̾͛̎̋ͥ̿̚̕ü̧̪̭̘̗̺͍͔̲̇ͭ̕m̨̛̤̰̲̤̜̯̃̑ ͈̮͓̘̩̇͒ͪ̄̀m̡̛̓ͭͦ͏̞̭̪͉̖̮e̶̶̹̗̰͙̣̦̼̠͆̑̈́ͮ̈̊ͧ͒ͭt̴̨̧̮̼̯̤̾ͅuͩͯͪ͐̀҉̨͉̬͖̗̼̳̗s̍ͭ̂͌ͭͯ͗̚҉̛̬̩̥̫̮̲ ̗͎͇̯̦̙̍ͭ͊̇ͦ̄͂ͅv̶̯͇̮̤͇͕͓̦̠͌̀̍͐̄ė̸̤̜̳͐̓̀ņ̶̢̮̬͙̰ͨ͗ͦ͋̂̀̔͑e̎̓̂̍͟҉̩̣̙̤̱̠ṇ͛̓̉ͬ͑̿̂̓ą̛͚̖̬̥̆̽̂ͨ͌ͨͩ̋͡t̨̡̗͔͚͈̤͙͖̝̩͐ͧͤ͠iͫͫ͆͛͘͢҉̤͔̝̟̗͉̳̗s̢̤̺̠̳̲̻̟͔͍ͣ̀̐ͮ͊̃ͫ̾̃̀ ̴̦ͨ̉̓̈́̄è̦̥̻̱͝ṷ̥̼̱̮͇̭ͮ̈́ͥͪ̽̉ͦ̆̀͜.̡̭ͤͦ̈ͯ͒ͅ ̘͓̙̤̣ͦ̽̅̚͜S͂̃͒ͭ̐̇͏̺͎̺͉̕͞u͗҉̰̦̱̰͡ͅs̞̞̫͈͕̼͖͙͆̆̄̅̓̍͂͌̽͟͝p̻͈̐͊̂͊ͧ̍̇̑eͥ̅͛̿ͩ͏̲̪n͙̜̪̜̖̙͐ͩͅd͉̥̗̙̱͎͖̰̿̀̈́̊̈́͛̿̍i̜̮ͣͤ̑͐͒ͤͧ͟šͩ͆̂͑̆̽̊̂͏͉̯͍̗̫̀s̢̨̨̗͒̉͆ͭ̽̎͐̓͑e̘͖͚͓̺͂ͫ̔͂̓̎̋͊͝͡ͅͅ ̡̲̰̩̘̆̍̚͝͝e̪̘ͦ̂͜͟͝r̭̼̠͕̤͐ͮͨͤ̿ͬ͘͢ỏ͙̟̤͇͚̐ͥ͂ͤ̀̄̀́s͔̼̟̹͓̽̍ ̞͚͇͔̹͋͂a̶̢̻͕̠͔̫̰͊ͫ̑ͬͩ̆̈́͂́ṇ̓̌̂͋t̠ͮ̑̉̀͟ė̵͔͔͍̰̪̞͐,̱̯̘͉̼̂̉ ̟̩̖̤͔͍̩͉̎͑͌̂ͤ̈́ͅf̾ͮ҉̞͎͡a̢̫̬̬͙͍̠̩̠͒͐ͮ́̈́͞u̸̯͖̝͉͖͊̃̄̃̃̀c̶̢̦̭̤̲̠̖ͬ͒̌ͭ͝i̖̺̘̫̮̦̠̳ͨ̎ͧ̀b̷̳̻͉̹̰̜̗͑̃ͧͧ͑͋͒̚͘ư̴̼̣̹̫ͬ͜s̨̤̣͍ͫͥ̓͊̓ͩ͌͢ ̸̢̼̻̗͕̗̄̌̉ͬ̿̄͌̑͗ņ͔̺̤̜͌ͧͨ̒̒ͫơ͖̝̰͇͖̊̅̐ͧ̒n̘̰̯̐̓̋̂̅̚ ̡͓̭̹̞̪͗ͮͮͣͪr̛̮̘̲̘̥̫̲̐̆i͗͊͗̓̏̄͝҉̗̝͉͙̺̣s̶̡̥̞͎̠͔̊̈́ͥ̓̃ų͖̙͎̥͇͕̺̟͌̒͋ͮͬͅs̛̺͔̖̼̫̱̭̟̀͌ͥ͗ ̜͈͙͗ͭͮͦt̛͐̏͏̙̩̣̦̭͎̮͈r̷̲̳̦͎͙̖̞̠ͮ̒̉̈ͥ̽̆͛i̮̗̺̱͙͉̓̃̇͟s̵͈̖̰̭̞ͯ͒̆̓͂͂t̵̝̩̒͂ͪͮͭͣi̙̜͎̫̺̝̭̤͋ͫ̔̽͘͞q̶͈̗̤̹ͣ͐ͮ̂ͦ̅ͧ̄ǘ͚̗͈̒́e̓ͩ҉̸̰̩̜̪͔̪,̒̐̉͋ͬ҉̴͓͓̲͓̜ ͖͕̪̗̤͑͂̍ͯ̓͟͢ï̶҉̩̬̹̳̀m̡̨̖̝͔̰̪̞̼͛́̋ͧͧ̄͐p̞̪̀̒͐̓̑͐̇͒̽ȩ̘ͫͥ̉ͫ̿̅̈́͢r͙͉̼̖͍͎͛ͧ̌̚͟ͅd̦̳̻̦̮̖̠̽̾̀͛̓̚͟ͅi͍̫̲ͧ̾̓ͨͅe̊ͦ͋҉̳̦̮ͅt̨͈̥̳ͦͮͣ̾͋ͯ̋ͨ͟ ͖̥̠͔̟̖̹͕ͯͪ͒̈́ͮ̓̈̀t̴̷̬̭ͭ̽ͩ̍͑ͅi̸̙̳̭͈̗̻̗̳ͧ͌̎̾ͥ̐͞nͫ̈́̍̚҉͕̙̺c͓̮̥̬̼ͦ̔̃͟͞ĩ̧̲̥̲̳͕̰̯̾̍̕͜d̸̢̘͚̐ͪ͗ų̺̜̟̣̣͚̂ͩ͒̽̂́ͅͅń̗̲͍ͭ̀̈́ͅt͑̈́͘҉̢̺ͅ ̶̵̡̯͈̳͉̗̭̘͍̉n͔̳̏̽͌͆ͮứ̗͍̄̍̈́ͣ͊ͤl̨͈͍͙͎͍͔ͫ̅l̢̡̻͚̂̑ͧ̅a̸̤͐ͯ̌͛͐̓̚͠.͈͙ͪ ̸̡̘̖͕̋ͭ̽ͧͅS̲ͥ̎͜u̯̗͍̺̝͍̼̮ͭ͒ͧ̕s̸̪̆̃̍ͥ͘͠ṕ̵̢͖͚͐̐ͩ͛͂͂͡ẻ̙̠̣͎̻̟̺ͯ̊̓̒̈́̏n̳̗̲͔̥̳͌̿d̴̛͈̟̲͇̮̼̔ͤ̾͞i̷̲ͤ́͡s̵͍̺̘͖̼͗̒̏̀ͩ͘s̳̱̝̝̣̫̄e̢̬͇̼͖̪̩̊̾ ̛͔̙͉͍̠͖̳̞͕͊̀͘p̣̱̰ͪ̍̓ͣ̒ͩͭ͢o̮͇̲͙ͤ̆͞ť̩̤͉̞͓̰̭̐̃e̵̩̜̙̥̾̃̓ͥͮͧ͝n̵̴̢͓̞̦ͤͦṯ̛̂ͦ͐ͅi̷̙ͦ̍͗̏̽ͫ̐ͣ́.͖̣̝̭̙͍̝̓̄̀ͧ̊͗͋ͪ͡ͅ ̮̓ͥM̷͍̣̤͓̖͖̓́͢ą̨̧̮̻̬̥̪ͩ̑̑̅͂͐̔ͮe̼̮͉̖̝͆̇ͣ̽ͭͧ͡c̵̜̖̰̤̘͈̰̼̒̅̈́͐͠é̛̜͕͔̥̪̃̂ͯ͋͛̂́̚n̛̖̫̫̬ͨ͊̊͊̒ͤ͐͢ͅa̖͕͉̗̦̼ͧ͗̽ͣͨ̏ͨs̥̙̟ͩ̎̓ͮ̇̊̄́͞ ͣͦ̈ͮͮ҉̶̖͔͎̥e̛̠͎̯̟̗̠̻ͯͦ͟g͓̞̯͈̹͖̙ͨ́̐ͩͥ̊ͧ̚e̛̲̠̲̙ͧͩ̊ͫ̕͟ͅͅt̸̛̜͉̬̹̲ͧͭ̅̄̉̚͜ ̡̬̖͖̝̞̪̗̾ͥͥͥͪ͐͋͆ͅe̴̬̟͕̻̿̑̿̆͊̎́s̨̡̳͙ͭ͊̀ţ̨͈̿̈́ͤ̀̐͐̑ͭ ̏̑ͣ̊̉́̆̀̚҉̫̥͔̙̙̜̤̣͓a͚̪̰̯̮̞̻͆ͫ̀̀t̏͏͙ ̻͙̞̥͔ͭ̈ͧ̒̎͗̈̔͌͜e̟̟͔̼ͣ̔̐͒ͭ̃̊s͕͈͈̾ͦ̐̾̽ͣ̍̓t̩͈͚̗͓̩͎̀ͣ̿ͨͪ̈́̊̋ͅ ̛̛̮̀ͮ̓͛͢a̷̸ͪ͑͏͚͈̻̰ĺ̸̗̙͓i̢͚̲͚̣͉͉ͫ̓̒̚͞q̵͍̯̳͂́́̐ͫ̀ū̴̡̲̲̱̣̒ͨͣ̂̆ͅa͎̬̝̲͉̖̍̔͆ͫ͢͢͡m̗̭͕̎̀ ͚͓͕͔͖͓̯̬̼͆͑͒ͨ͆͂v͍̪̥ͬ̿̓ͪͤ̕ǒ̡͓̞͎͓l̻̰͈͇̹̳̃͌̒͆̑ͥ̓ͮ͢u̸̻͆̔t̠ͫ͛͋p̴̫̰̣̣̯̎ͯ̈̈ͭ̋͢͞a̎ͨ̄͞҉̰̯͖̙͖̗̳́ţ̫̹̹̰̳̮̗̾̽ͬͬͣ͜ ̨̺̫̼͇͊͊ͧs̢̲̼̙͉̀ͯͤ̾ě̟̮̬̈́́d̜̜̠͈ͮ̐ͭ͛̎̿́ ̟̰̯̜̣ͣ͂̍ͪg̣̻̟̝̳̍̿̾r̬̮̱̈́ͮ̈ͤ͑̅ͪ̓ͪ͟a̹̼̩̱̔͂ͬ͒͆͛̂̓v̛͚͙͕̝̮̎̌ͯ͌͋i̦̅ͥd̴̶̘̲͎̅ͥ̈̒͛͢a̔̉͐́ͥ̊͆͏̢̱̺͖͈̬̘͔ ̸͇̰̠͇̖̇̎̀́ͦ̆́̍̕͜t̷̹̭͇͕̓́ͧ̊́̇ȕ͍̬̹̖̟͙̔ͨ̊ͬ̾̿ͨr̔ͣ͐҉̲̣͇͈̮̰̥͞ͅp̖̲̰̭̟̄̅̀̂̃̚͝ḯ̛̪̱̀̈́̍͊ͮ̓͞ş̴̗̰̮̭͇͓̾͂̔ͩ̈́̈́ͥ͊̚.̠͕̼̝̑ͭ͆̽́̚͝ ̥ͩ͌ͫͫ̚͠M̷̺̳̖̝͍̾ͯͤ̈́ạ̱͇̝͎͕̏͒̏̊͗ͅu̺͓͎̣̾̓ͧͦͪ͋͘͟ṟ̸̖͔͛ͦ͗ͫ̃͢͢i̜̱ͫ͛ͩ̍̾͜s̖̭̲̣̘̲̉ͪͭ̌ͭ ̸̛̦̥̠̖̻͕͋ͫ̔̌ͬ̚d̳͉̙̥͉̳͍̤̎ͨ̎̾̚͠ͅa͍͖̮̮̳͍ͬ̇ͤ̎̽̔̓p̴̡̩͓̺̺̀̇ͬͪͯ͐į̫͖̺̐̿̀ͭͥͤ̄̚͘͢b͍̼̺ͦ͐̓u̩̘̫̼͖̣͚̝͂͑s̸͓͈ͫ̿̇ ̡͈̹̖̣͓ͨ̂̊͋̈ͭ̽̋m̲͖̥̖̻̬͇̄̏̌̚͜͟a̿͒͗҉̹g̬̟̟̩ͩ̓̇ͬͬͧ̚n̢̧͕͍͓͇͚̤̝͙̑ͣ͠ȧ̵̲̙͍̰̽̾̏ ͥ̐̅̆͗̿̓͏͚̝̬̠͎̠̬̗͔̬̫́ͧ̓ͦ̌̃̌̄́̇ͪ͒̔ͨ͌͟͝͝͞ ̷̫̼̫̘͍͕͚̹̞̩̉̈́̐͆ͫͬ̓̍͂̄̇ͪ̅̒͊͂̊͛͒̓ͦ̊̅̎ͦ̏ͅ͏̶͙̲̖̬̳ͅ
Bowser cleverly and cohesively retorted, fully outlining his understanding of the Marxist works and great attributes of Socialism and the positive achievements of the Great leaders who have led democratic and socialist revolutions. His ability to convey this had the four heroes crying out for the eloquence and beauty of his words. Nonetheless, the four had come to do a job, and it would get done, no matter how poetic their respectful antagonist was.
"I-I'll *SNIFF* tie him to his bed." Rolly said, still sniffling from the emotional wave of eloquence Bowser just inflicted on the group.
"!" Bowser exclaimed, holding up FOUR BLUE EYED WHITE DRAGONS! HOLY FUCK HOW THE FUCK AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.
"Shit we can't top that!" Billy said to Bantam.
"I prepared for such a thing! Agent P! Go!" Bantam yelled, pointing at the ceiling. Suddenly, Perry the Platypus dropped from the ceiling, being held on by Gru and several minions from the Despicable Me Franchise, and swiped the cards into the mess of jizz powder still in Bowser's gaping maw. Bowser would have, of course, yelled "Curse you Agent P!" if he could. The ceiling agents left, but forgot a minion.
"Ok Bowser, it's time." Bantam said, unzipping his trousers. "For Morning land!"
"For Morning Land!" The Rest Of The Gang Said.
"Banana." Said The Minion, Admiring Bantam's Penis.
"Why The Fuck Is Every Word Suddenly Capitalized? I Hate Capitalism." Bowser Said, Creating A Hole In The Plot And Breaking The Fourth Wall.
"You're delusional." Rolly whispered into Bowser's ear before inserting her meat stick into Bowser's nose. Rolly and Bantam began to rape Bowser from every poseible hole and cavity in his body, while Billy masterbated in the corner, and Chick, still paralyzed, leaned on the wall and cried for his Reich, muttering to himself how under his regime none of this heresy would've been tolerated.
As soon as Rolly filled both of Bowser's nostrils with some new, whiter snot, she moved on to his ears. As soon as Bantam had finished working with Bowser's ass, he literally tore through Bowser's skin, and fucked the opening, causing a hot and heavy mixture of pain and eroticism for Comrade Bowser. The minion found its way into Bowser's poop-chute, where it suffocated, turning it into essentially soggy corn pop that acted as a butt plug-plugging Bowser's ass from leaking from Bantam's thrusts as he fucked the new asshole he tore. A couple hours later and there was more semen in and on Bowser than meat, and the gang left, their mission complete. The Koopa Kingdom relinquished its hold on Morning Land, allowing our heroes to turn it into a Theocracy to revised form of Jacapoism in which they worship eggs by vaping everywhere. A new fog washed over Morning Land, but unlike that of the Crows or Chick, it spelled out a bright, and fruity-smelling future for the land of Chickens.
Chapter 8
The Googity Goo
It had been a while since Bantam had walked in these woods. The last time he had, he was crushing black, smelly birds beneath his eggs, brutally dispatching them in this gruesome manner. Nonetheless he found the aura of the forest intoxicating and vowed to exercise more. The air was brisk, and the fog was fresh and smelled less like artificial fruit. He couldn't wait to fly into Sydney, where his lover King Dedede was waiting for him. Bantam was to make him sing louder than that Aussie opera house. To pass the time before the flight, he decided on taking a last walk through the woods-he didn't know when he'd be back. With the Chicken Elders acting as religious figures dominating the political scene, peace seemed likely under this Machiavellian and Conservative Concert of Morning Land.
Suddenly, Bantam heard a shriek, followed by continuous whimpering coming out from the brush. He hurried there and found Billy next to the long-closed McDonalds establishment in Forest Village. Billy was sobbing next to a sign, newly erected. Where the once coveted Ronald McDonald Statue once stood, remained a bare foundation. There were still specks of white cum from Billy's daily ritual. If only it wasn't a health hazard, could the clown have stayed to be used as Billy's cum dumpster. Despite all his rage, Billy was just an egg in an cage. He nonetheless yearned for the return of his plaything, lest he'd have to settle for Rolly.
"There, there Billy," Bantam said, trying to cheer his friend. "What's the matter?"
"Old cunts at McDonalds!" Billy snorted, still crying. "They took my clown!"
"Umm…you mean Ronald McDonald?" Bantam questioned, not knowing Billy's fetish.
"Crap, only Rolly knew!" Billy exclaimed, realizing he just exposed a secret to a heretic of sorts in this manner.
"A secret huh? Don't make me force it out of you Billy…" Bantam warned gentily.
"My secret fetish…" Billy admitted. "I liked to fuck the clown statue."
"You what now?"
"So what? I don't regret it and would do it again if I could."
"Pal, have you no restraint?" Bantam asked raising an eyebrow.
"Ah, no." was the response
"Get yourself together man! I think you need to be taught a lesson." Bantam smiled. His dick growing in his pants. He knew his flight would be long, and it would be an eternity before he could get his dick wet again.
"That's not fair!" Billy yelled.
"Know what else isn't fair? Since the second paragraph, the first word of every line (until that last one) has spelt out something stupid!" Bantam said weirdly, as if some dipstick was writing a fanfiction about this right now. People who write Billy Hatcher erotica should end it all, just saying.
Bantam unzipped and his mighty sword of dark meat was unleashed yet again, and Billy's ass would be that sword's sheath. For 0.000228311 years straight, Billy took it all up his ass, and Bantam showed no mercy. In and out, like a piston in a car engine, Bantam tore up his friend's ass. With one last, powerful thrust, Bantam yelled at the top of his lungs, "GOOGITY GOO!" and it was over. There was semen dripping out of Billy's mouth-Bantam load had taken the reverse way out of the digestive tract. Billy's once small asshole now looked more similar to a cavern with no end, dripping in a certain white liquid. As Bantam dressed, a figure appeared from the brush.
"By golly, that's some destruction!" It was Shil Pwift! Creator of world famous Stretch Adhesive ! After applying the liquid form into Billy's ass, Billy felt better, and when it hardened, would get a free butt plug out of it! And the shit of a lifetime! Hell yea!
After waving goodbye to Shil, the two boys rushed to the airport, Bantam making his flight just in time.
"Can I say goodbye to my friends before I leave?" Bantam asked the pilot.
"Anything for you, my liege!" Said Gaston the pilot, blushing, as he vored 60 eggs.
"Well guys…" Bantam said, turning to Rolly the tranny, Billy the cuck, and Chick, the stupid fucking cripple. "It's been great, but before I go, I have some advice for you all."
"…" said the passengers, waiting in patient silence to hear the celebrity prophet of Jacapoism depart wisdom on them all.
"You know, somebody once told me that the world, it was going to roll me like an egg." Said Bantam. "At the time, I wasn't, well, to metaphor this; the sharpest tool in the shed." Looking at Rolly, he said, "There was the 'girl', and she was looking kind of dumb. She had all her fingers and both thumbs, but she had a tattoo of the letter 'L' on her forehead."
"Bantam, that's alright!" Billy said jumping in, his ass still leaking, but now a mix of both Bantam's soupy surprise and Stretch Adhesive . "Bantam, the years, they just start coming, and they won't stop coming. Sometime you have to say 'Hell to the rules!' and just hit the ground and keep running."
"Yeah!" Rolly said, also joining. "At those points, it's like it doesn't make sense if you're not living for fun, it makes your brain get smart, but also dumb!"
"…" Chick added, though incomprehensible because everyone forgot to water him, so his mouth was drier than the Sahara and my sex life.
"There's just so much to do, so much to see, so what's wrong with taking the back street?" Bantam smiled at his friends for understanding. "You'll never know if you don't go, you'll never shine if you don't glow."
"Hey now, you're an all-star!" Gaston fawned at Bantam. "Get your game on, go on and play!" Gaston thought for a second. "No, I can make a better analogy. You're a rock star, get the show on, get paid!"
"After all, all that glitters is gold." Rolly said, like the gold digger she fucking is.
"ONLY SHOOTING STARS BREAK THE MOLD" yelled the passengers in unison, as the plane took off with Bantam in it as everyone dabbed goodbye. Fucking hell this shit is finally done. I can die in peace.
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