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Aw poor goose, hope that’s not blood
It’s wine…made by the stomped corpses of his enemies.
It’s not theirs don’t worry
Reminds me of a scene I once witnessed: a family trying to have a picnic near a pond, being surrounded by the local duck Mafia demanding their share…
“ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED?”
Woke up in a fowl mood