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>13- – A power without origin; a disgrace seeking to occur. The flight of a pig starving to eat from the forbidden flesh.
>Your head turns from instinct by torturous screech, and your already mitigated motion dares to not be enough. The wings jiggle, and the feathers lift The Lard off the ground; defying the very gravity that tied him to the world. His gob opens up with starved madness, and the sweated mass flies to embrace the entirety of your being.
> <span class="mu-s"> The fight with The Lard starts. </span>
You fall on your chin.
– FUCK YEAH
MISTER BRAVO!!! MR COWBOY!
<span class="mu-s"> [INSTINCTUAL WEIGHT] – </span> HE GRABBED US BY THE FUCKING TOES. ALL OF HIM IS IN THE GUTS AND TITS, SLICE THEM AND LET THE LARD SPILL!
