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![]() Uthgaard: The king desires peace.
William Wallace: Uthgaard desires peace? Uthgaard: I declare it to you, I swear it. I propose that you withdraw your attack. In return I grant you title, epics, and this chest of platinum which I pay to you personally. William Wallace: A lordship and titles. Platinum. That I should become Judas? Uthgaard: Peace is made in such ways. William Wallace: Slaves are made in such ways. The last time you spoke of peace I was a boy. And many Halas nobles, who would not be slaves, were lured by you under a flag of truce to a barn, where you had them hanged. I was very young, but I remember you're notion of peace. "CONTINUE THIS FOR SHITS AND GIGGLES!" | ||
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![]() I love ya. Always have.
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![]() william wallace then pulls out his plasma-rifle and says to the invading alien hordes, "im too old for this shit." then the fresh prince of belair beats his ass with a tire iron and does the macarena
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