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"FAAAR! FARFETCH'D FAR!"
"Fetch fetch, FARFETCH!"
"G-Gah! What do you bimbos even plan to do with me? What kind of people do you think you are, assuming you can come up with some sort-of hair brained master scheme when all you can say is your name over and over! Ridiculous, you mangy mallards are nothing but a group of FOO-AAAGH! My eye, my one eye, the eye that saw everything in the war that dates back to my legend, which itself dates back to the fifth generation!"
One of the Farfetch'd jabs his leek pretty damn deeply into Hexcalibur's eye, giving him a pretty nasty black eye that gets covered by an eye patch. In moments, the legendary hero is reduced to nothing.
You're quick on their tail, pursuing all three Farfetch'd throughout the woods. But they're too fast, simply way too fast. For each time you begin to near them, they begin to thrash and flail about like nervous wrecks, multiplying their speed ten-fold.
You have no idea where they're going, you have no idea where they're taking you to.
All you know is that you're going to put an end to them, and to that, you need to pick up some speed.
Maybe a quote somebody said once will help you out...
>To whose advice does your mind turn to?A) Sanic the Hoghedge
B) Mr. Krabs
C) Carl Brutananadilewski
D) Bob Belcher.
