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Dear Master,
I can't handle the pain anymore. Despite my protests, you still make me do it.
All those spikes and rocks hurt our enemies, yes. But having to do it over and over and over is starting to hurt me now.
Those pointy spikes scratch my tubes as I shoot them out, leaving them raw on the inside. And the pain of launching those rocks, I can only compare it to what you humans call 'passing a stone.'
I'm always taunted at for using those moves, but you have no regard for my emotional well-being either it seems.
Now I'm taking a stand; I've ran away. And don't bother looking for me, for you will find nothing. At least, you may not after I self-destruct around a bunch of chandelures.
~Forretress
