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And as I stood there, amazed by the elegance of the markings being put on the wall , I reached into my bag, and pulled out my black book, hoping to get a signature from the artist, still mesmerized by the saturation of the markings he had written, leaving numerous and excessive amounts of the liquid drooping ever so slightly to the land that he had been standing on, I approached him with caution, not knowing If he had noticed me, still adding in the final touches to his work, he turned and saw me staring, in aw of the marvelous letters he had written, I then looked at him, his mask, green in color with small hints of, I realized that he was the one that ancients spoke of, matching in the masked wardrobe, and leaving the drips of legend, falling from his tag. It was Green Ranger. He took my book, and marked it with the letters that he\'d written on the wall, then slowly walked of into the night, only saying one thing, \"smash ink, It\'s like butter.\" |
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Epic!!!! |
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