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Another abeille télé is fired at him. It whistles a tinny tune, all the while thinking "I'm the one gonna getcha, that is me, I'm the one"... A bit too confident, it didn't fill out al the spaces on its vol plan, and now, at the last moment, doesn't know where it is going, and misses you by a nano-mile. |
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