And as he wiped the blood from his brow and mounted his trusty steed again he recalled his father's words. "One day, when the demon is slain, the volcanoes will rupture, cities will fall and grown men will sing songs about you...ride long, son, until that day."
Thank you for your kind tunes. Nicki finally finds us funny. Somebody bank them somewhere for posterity.
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