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Chris B

Drop the pods. Turtle Racers. Skateboard Gods. Demon Pacers.

Going so fast! I can’t believe it. When we fly past, you’ll conceive it.

Legos… legos everywhere. Dream to build them. Dream to dare. Science! Math! STEM!

Let’s play Risk! Set the MODs. Ugh, I hate this. Let’s end this please.

Orbital minds, oh no! half… half my troopers. Their gone in one blow! Ha ha, Risk sucks. Bloopers.

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