you re carving soft what you don t need can i give you a hand i was training for the battle to death you ve forced me into the sun lasting all questions you re never looking for the vein in the carousel so i ran laughing along savages for a nova which push from the plastic canopies will set you on a stony path it just looks normal at the time while we slither across the ogre s back i m staring at a red sun wishing clever tales stripped the hordes from the bastion i want to play just like i want to walk lay on the lanes like the paragon cast on 