Lamentation of a Squidhead
You buggers... Every turn is worse than the last. This can't possibly be happening, not against limp-wristed astrologers and impotent panii... No! I refuse to yield to desperation, and will be born again from the ashes even more glorious than I was. Yes, I'll wash the amniotic fluids away with your blood, and leave your dried up husks for history to forget!
Oh, incidentally, my doomsday wapon is nearing completion.
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