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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Arkhandus" data-source="post: 4994672" data-attributes="member: 13966">Liiros is rather irate by the time he reaches the gate with the thrice-damned cart.  He answers the guard with "Like hell I'm not getting rid of this thing.  Some ass just forced me to haul this bedeviled cart all the way over here and dump it outside.  I don't get anything if I don't take care of it, and Corellon help me if I have to drag the piece of crap all the way back with nothing to show for it.""I'll do something violent, so help me, and a lot if it.  A whole bloody lot of it.  I'm hot, I'm chilly, my feet are sore, my back is cramped, my blisters have blisters, my hands are raw, I haven't had a decent rest in something like two days, my arms are numb, I can't feel my face anymore, I'm sweaty, I stink, I can't remember the last time I bathed, I'll probably never be able to sit straight again, I'll probably have a hunched back for the next several centuries, I think my thigh-bones have become permanently lodged halfway up my ass, I may have to amputate my toes and fingers, and my perfect teeth are probably ruined from all the gnashing and gritting and grinding of this accursed trek across this thrice-damned city that some moron saw fit to settle oh so long ago even though the most hirsute orc probably never could've become comfortable here," the sore and seriously peeved elf continues."I hate your wretched pile of rocks and hovels and dirt and snow that you call a city, I hate the people here, I hope the wretched Scourge of orcs ravages your dingy little rock pit beyond recognition, and I'm going to *really* hate it if I can't be rid of this whole accursed place for good *right now*," Liiros finishes while gritting his teeth.</blockquote>

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