<<Crimson 1, I know you're here. I can smell the insolent stench of your bloodstained hands. I will cut you down, break you apart, splay the gore of your profane form across Cascadia! I will grind you down until the very SPARKS CRY FOR MERCY! My hands shall RELISH ENDING YOU... HERE! AND! NOW!>>
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V2 in a SP-34R red