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Sleeping in a metal tomb, He hears the crackle on the speakerphone: "Hooyah, enemy in the mist! All hands, man your battle stations! We are about to meet the glorious foe, Which possesses the key to our valiant fall, Or another test to increase our score".
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Mar 7
Mar 7, 2026 at 10:55 AM UTC
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Sleeping in a metal tomb, He hears the crackle on the speakerphone: "Hooyah, enemy in the mist! All hands, man your battle stations! We are about to meet the glorious foe, Which possesses the key to our valiant fall, Or another test to increase our score".
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Mar 7
Mar 7, 2026 at 10:55 AM UTC
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