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Sideways Swords - Number 9

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Published: Jul 25, 2012

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NUMBUH NINE *tape rewind* NUMBUH NINE *tape rewind* NUMBUH NINE *yoko ono poetry interlude* NUMBUH NINE *tape rewind*

um

yeah here's the second part of the 4 part Daois storyline shit thing i'm doing

this was gonna be more action-oriented but i was like nah fuck that because i am ridiculously lazy

another round of thanks to

for lettering this again. she dun gewd~

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