- *in the Korriban caves*
- "Kreia": Kill them, Exile! Then we'll have pizza, and margarita shooters! Come on, Exile. Do it. Kill them.
- The Exile: Nobody. Has margaritas. With pizza!
- "Kreia": *sighs* You're out of your mind, Exile.
- The Exile: ...I know. *kills Kreia*
dreaming of bread
I hope to bring you all great joy and great misery ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ
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