Oh my god... Is that a kush alien? !play 115. We got the rockets. What him say. TREASURE!!! That's the leading theory. Ambient Wonder. PM63 Room. Turn 1 duress. Hey that's his mom. Pardon me, you left your tears on the jukebox... The last thing the Covenant will expect is an aerial insertion...from underground. Ooooooh my god. People from Melbourne. All good dude. Before my endstep, does anyone wanna crack an evolving wilds? Blacks Bigger Brawl. In a saint laurent suit. I miss my dawgs. Object permanence. Smells worse over here than a dozen rotten eggs dropped in a vat of vinegar. Dirt Viper. Hail Mary, full of grace. Heineken. 10 Downing Street. Righteous valkyrie blanket. It could be anyone of us. I scoop. What the ♥♥♥♥... You don't toast the toast. MYSTIC ORB!!! Entry 741021! Perhaps the station will hold the key to the real goals of group 935. I still do not trust my unconventional allies, but they are of great use to me. But I digress. Who would have thought the MDT was capable of time travel? How many station does this group have? Where did that little girl disappear to? Only time will tell what new questions await us in this... THEATRE OF THE DAMNED!!! Not my war. Westside 'til we die.