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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Jeremy" data-source="post: 933749" data-attributes="member: 4036">Bargo looks left and right at the spoils and temptations, the offers of riches and passions, and totally misses all the stitching on the servants.  He grins and giggles, drooling a little all the while nodding his head.Stupid Durgo no beat Bargo if Bargo rutting with Hag-folk.  Maybe Bargo stay.  See how long Durgo live without Bargo to kill all Durgo en-mees."Hu hu hu hu hu... hu.. hu... ... huh?"  Bargo stops as he can hear Elf-Splitter whispering to him of blood and chaos, of being covered in the twisting squishy insides of elfies and elf-friends, of bathing in the hot sticky blood of his foes..."Kill..."  Bargo echoes darkly, the light of sanity very dim in his eyes as he can almost feel the blood pouring over him and Red almost over takes him right then.His breathing gets faster and his muscles bulge as he grips his sword and grins.  He loses himself in a daydream of bodies shorn in half, their upper bodies thrashing around uncomprehending of the fact that they are already dead.</blockquote>