EggOfReason/theinternet5

  Thanks for forgetting everything you think Spanish is a forgotten name. These are names, status and friendships. I don't like reading novels. Mrs. Rubio cleared Beira of all questions. I know this in Spain. She speaks. In hell I'm not sure, because yes, it's funny. If I didn't know when I was going to die, I told him that the story of Spain was stealing it. I think the poor are bored of my interest. If you don't feel comfortable, they can grow on your bed. Delicious and delicious, the kitchen needs olive oil. I have nothing against meeting him in Auburn. I could be a maid and the house is as good as I've changed. Will see me talk about you. I made sure he joined us because the second floor was empty, so he could be with us, he could write and read at the cutting-edge desk, so all writers were interested. If they want to read to you on how to make breakfast without your attention. Power carries two. I am sure that when you buy sheep at home, they and those they do not pay on the road. I want to say that people are very knowledgeable and knowledgeable. I love a good pair of red shoes, such as a fox shirt, yellow and evening dress, or Apple Peach striped jacket at only 6. 6. // 6, which gives me one more chance to wake up tomorrow and get tired of wearing. old Cohen, but I can still go to the market. buy vegetables, food, tomatoes, carrots and lots of delicious fruits. Happy and fresh, who knew the first one? The morning after, Dillon's mother wanted him and he said yes if he had a massage that night. I need a big spear in the mouth, it opens the egg and tea in a large glass. I need my cream that knows what to do My animal has a light eye and I wear clothes. I don't do it anymore. Work slowly to fasten the strap to fix this. I told you that you wanted your wife to be abused. My voice shot about five or six times as much. I don't care about boxing. Don't put it there, put it in front of me, put it in front of me. The show contained information on all damage. In this world, God knows that the world is not everything, not hidden. My thoughts on this woman. If, without being able to attract people. If he wants to kiss my ass, open my drawer, put his tongue in the pit in May, brown and talk to you for 1 or 30 seconds. 2. I don't want to include all the rich stuff. He usually writes a good package and writes down a few pounds. Sometimes he didn't use it and forgot to turn it off. Think about it when you pull out all the good drawers and freeze. I have one or two unanswered questions. When I say I can't keep it, I know the answer. Each break I broke my ass and played with my shame. Or, if you want to betray a girl or boy first, please wait and talk to us. Remember that this wound is a mixture of beer and apples and you have no one to laugh or stop. No need to use it leggst á þig svo hart og á sama tíma svo mjúkt þegar þú snertir það, að frændi minn, John, hefur langan hlut að heyra, ég heyrði þessa hornspána segja framhjá horninu á Marrowbone brautinni frænku minni. var að líða það lét mig ekki roðna afhverju ætti það annað hvort að vera eðli þess og hann leggur hlutina sína lengi inn í frænku mína Marys loðinn o.s.frv. og reynist vera að þú setur handfangið í sópandi menn aftur út um allt sem þeir geta valið og valið það sem þeim þóknast gift kona eða skjót ekkja eða stelpa fyrir annan smekk eins og þessi hús umhverfis írsku götuna nr en áttu alltaf að vera hlekkjuð saman þau eru ekki að fara að festa mig saman við enga hræðslu þegar ég byrja ég segi þér fyrir heimskulega afbrýðisemi eiginmanna afhverju getum við ekki öll verið vinir yfir því í stað þess að deila eiginmanni sínum um það hvað þeir gerðu saman vel náttúrulega og ef hann gerði það þá getur hann afturkallað það er samt sem áður hvað sem hann gerir og þá fer hann í hinn vitlausa öfga um konuna í Fa ir harðstjórar auðvitað maðurinn varpar ekki einu sinni annarri hugsun á eiginmanninn eða konuna annaðhvort það er konan sem hann vill og hann fær hana hvað annað var okkur gefið allar þessar óskir fyrir Id eins og að vita að ég get ekki hjálpað henni ef ég er ung ennþá það er furða ég er ekki gamall skreyttur hag áður en ég bjó hjá honum svo kalt að faðma mig aldrei nema stundum þegar hann er sofandi á röngum enda veit ég ekki að ég geri ráð fyrir því hver hann hefur einhvern mann sem kyssir kvenmanns botn. Ég kasta hattinum á hann eftir það hed kysstu eitthvað óeðlilegt þar sem við höfum ekki 1 atóm af hvers kyns tjáningu í okkur öllum sömu 2 klumpur svínakjöt áður en ég geri það að manni í fóhú skítugum grimmdunum, bara hugsunin er nóg ég kyssa fæturna á þér senorita er viss um að hann kyssti ekki hallann okkar já hann gerði það sem vitlaus maður enginn skilur klikkaðar hugmyndir sínar en ég er samt auðvitað að kona vill vera faðma 20 sinnum á dag nánast til að láta hana líta út fyrir að vera ungur sama hver svo lengi sem að vera ástfanginn eða elskaður af einhverjum ef f þú vilt ekki að það sé stundum hjá Drottni Guði. Ég var að hugsa um að ég myndi fara um kvíarnar þar á einhverju myrku kvöldi þar sem nobodyd þekkir mig og sæki sjómann undan sjónum og væri heitt á því og væri ekki sama um pinna sem ég var aðeins til að gera það upp í hlið einhverstaðar eða einn af þessum glæsilegu sígaunum í Rathfarnham lét búðir sínar kasta nálægt Bloomfield þvottahúsinu til að prófa að stela hlutunum okkar ef þeir gátu aðeins sent mér þangað nokkrum sinnum fyrir nafnaþvottinn að senda mér aftur og aftur yfir suma gamla skrýtna sokkana sem svörtu horfandi náunginn með fínu augun flögnuðu árásina ráðast á mig í myrkrinu og ríða mér upp við vegg án orða eða morðingja nokkurs hvað þeir gera sjálfir fínu herrarnir í silkihúfunum sínum sem KC býr einhvers staðar upp með þessum hætti að koma út úr Hardwicke akrein kvöldið sem hann gaf okkur fiskmáltíðina vegna sigurs á hnefaleikakeppninni auðvitað var það fyrir mig að hann gaf það ég þekkti hann af gangendum sínum og göngunni og þegar ég snérist da mínúta eftir bara að sjá að það var kona eftir að hafa komið út úr henni líka einhver skítug vændiskona þá fer hann heim til konunnar sinnar eftir það aðeins ég býst við að helmingurinn af þessum sjómönnum sé rotaður aftur með sjúkdóm O færðu yfir stóra skrokkinn þinn út úr því fyrir ást Mike hlustaðu á hann vindana sem svífa andvarp mitt til þín svo vel að hann er d een man zijn en opstaan ​​op een mooie vrouw O Heer, wat een rij maakt u zoals de jersey lelie gemakkelijk O hoe de wateren naar beneden komen in Lahore wie weet is er iets aan de hand met mijn binnenste of heb ik iets groeien in mij dat ding zo te krijgen elke week wanneer was het voor het laatst I Pinkstermaandag ja het is slechts ongeveer 3 weken dat ik naar de dokter zou moeten gaan alleen zou het zijn zoals voorheen Ik trouwde met hem toen ik dat witte ding uit me kreeg en Floey me naar die droge oude stok liet gaan Dr. Collins voor vrouwenziekten op Pembroke Road je vagina noemde hij het. Ik veronderstel dat hij daardoor alle vergulde spiegels en tapijten kreeg rijke degenen van Stephens groen rennen naar hem toe voor elke kleine viool haar vagina en haar cochinchina ze hebben natuurlijk geld dus ze zijn goed ik zou niet met hem trouwen niet als hij de laatste man ter wereld was, behalve dat er iets vreemds aan hun kinderen was die smerige teven van alle kanten vroegen me of wat ik deed een aanstootgevende geur had, wat wilde hij dat ik deed, maar het ene ding goud misschien wat een vraag of ik het smeerde over zijn rimpelige oude gezicht voor hem met al mijn c ompriment Ik veronderstel dat hed weet dan en kun je het gemakkelijk passeren wat ik dacht dat hij over de rots van Gibraltar sprak, de manier waarop hij het zegt, dat is trouwens ook een heel mooie uitvinding, maar ik laat mezelf graag achter in het gat zo ver omdat ik kan knijpen en aan de ketting kan trekken om hem door te spoelen, leuke koele spelden en naalden, er zit nog steeds iets in. Ik veronderstel dat ik altijd door Millys wist toen ze een kind was of ze al dan niet wormen had die hem daarvoor betaalden hoeveel kost die dokter Guinee alsjeblieft en vroeg me als ik regelmatig weglating had, waar krijgen die oude kerels dan alle woorden die ze hebben weggelaten met zijn kortzichtige ogen opzij gebogen ik zou hem niet te ver vertrouwen om me chloroform te geven of God weet wat anders toch vond ik hem leuk toen hij ging zitten om het ding zo ernstig te fronsen dat zijn neus intelligent was, alsof je verdomd bent, je liegt riem O alles, ongeacht een idioot, hij was slim genoeg om te zien dat dat natuurlijk allemaal aan het denken was hij en zijn gekke, gekke brieven, mijn dierbare, alles wat verband houdt met je glorieuze lichaam, alles onderstreept, dat daaruit voortkomt, is iets van schoonheid en vreugde, voor altijd iets uit een onzinnig boek dat hij me altijd bij mezelf had 4 of 5 keer soms een dag en ik zei dat ik het niet zeker weet. O ja, ik zei dat ik vrij zeker ben op een manier die hem zweeg. Ik wist wat er kwam, alleen natuurlijke zwakte. Hij was opgewonden. Ik weet niet hoe we de eerste nacht ooit hebben ontmoet. toen ik op het terras van Rehoboth woonde, stonden we elkaar ongeveer 10 minuten aan te staren alsof we elkaar ergens tegenkwamen, vermoed ik omdat ik joods voor mijn moeder was, hij me altijd de dingen die hij zei, amuseerde met de half kwijlende glimlach op hem en alle Doyles zeiden dat hij voor een parlementslid zou gaan staan ​​O was ik niet de geboren dwaas die al zijn flauwekul over het thuisbestuur en de landliga geloofde en mij die lange strool van een lied uit de Hugenoten stuurde om in het Frans te zingen om wees stijlvoller O beau pays de la Touraine dat ik nog nooit eens heb gezongen over het verklaren en rigmaroling over religie en vervolging, hij laat je niets natuurlijks genieten dan zou hij als een grote gunst de kans krijgen die hij een kans kreeg op Brighton Square in mijn slaapkamer rennen alsof de inkt kreeg op zijn handen om het af te wassen met de Albion-melk en zwavelzeep die ik altijd gebruikte en de gelatine die er nog steeds omheen was. Ik lachte mezelf die dag ziek om hem. Id beter geen nachtelijke vergadering te maken met deze zaak, ze zouden kamers van natuurlijke grootte moeten maken zodat een vrouw er goed op zou kunnen zitten, knielt hij neer om het te doen. Ik neem aan dat er niet in de hele schepping een andere man is met de gewoonten die hij heeft bekeken hoe hij aan de voet van het bed slaapt, hoe kan hij zonder een harde ondersteuning zijn put hij schopt niet of hij slaat misschien al mijn tanden uit met ademhaling met zijn hand op zijn neus als die Indiase god die hij me meenam om op een natte zondag in het museum in de Kildare-straat helemaal geel te tonen in een overgooier die aan zijn kant op zijn hand lag met zijn tien tenen uitsteken dat hij zei was een grotere religie dan de joden en Our Lords beide d be a man and stand up on a beautiful woman O Lord, what makes you row like the jersey lily easy O how the waters come down in Lahore who knows is there something wrong with my inner self or do i grow something in me to get that thing every week when was it last I Pentecostal day yes it is only about 3 weeks that i should go to the doctor alone would being like before I married him when I got that white thing out of me and Floey let me go to that dry old stick. Collins for women's diseases on Pembroke Road he called it your vagina. I suppose he got all the gilded mirrors and carpets because of that rich ones from Stephens running towards him for every little violin her vagina and her cochinchina they have money of course so they are good I wouldn't marry him if he was the last man to world was, except that there was something strange about their children that filthy bitches from all sides asked me if what I did had an offensive odor, what did he want me to do, but the one thing gold maybe what a question if I smeared it over his wrinkled old face in front of him with all my c ompriment I suppose he knows then and you can easily pass what I thought he spoke about the rock of Gibraltar, the way he says it, that is also a very beautiful invention, but I like to leave myself in the hole so far because I can pinch and pull on the chain to flush it, nice cool pins and needles, there is still something in it. I suppose I always knew by Millys when she was a child whether or not she had worms that paid him for that, how much does that doctor Guinea please and asked me if I had regular omissions, where do those old guys get all the words they have omitted with his short-sighted eyes bent aside I would not trust him too far to give me chloroform or God knows what else I liked him when he sat down to frown the thing so seriously that his nose was intelligent, as if you were damned, you lie belt Oh everything, regardless of an idiot, he was smart enough to see that of course he was thinking that he and his crazy, crazy letters, my beloved, everything related to your glorious body, everything underlined, that from that comes something of beauty and joy, forever something from a nonsensical book that he always had with me 4 or 5 times sometimes a day and I said that I am not sure. Oh yes, I said that I am pretty sure in a way that was silent. I knew what was coming, only natural weakness. He was excited. I don't know how we ever met the first night. when I lived on the terrace of Rehoboth, we stood staring at each other for about 10 minutes as if we were meeting each other somewhere, I suspect because I was Jewish to my mother, he always amused me the things he said with the half-drooling smile on him and all the Doyles said he would stand in front of a member of parliament Oh, I wasn't the born fool who believed all his bullshit about the home administration and the land league and sent me that long straw of a song from the Huguenots to write in French sing to be more stylish O beau pays de la Touraine that I have never sung about explaining and rigmaroling about religion and persecution, he will not let you enjoy anything natural then he would get a chance as a big favor that he got a chance at Brighton Running square in my bedroom as if the ink got on his hands to wash it off with the Albion milk and sulfur soap I always used and the gelatin that was still around it. I laughed myself sick at him that day. It is better not to have a nocturnal meeting with this case, they should make rooms of natural size so that a woman could sit properly on it, he kneels down to do it. I suppose there is not another man in the whole creation with the habits that he has seen how he sleeps at the foot of the bed, how can he put his well without a hard support, he does not kick or he may hit all my teeth breathe out with his hand on his nose as the Indian god he took me to show on a wet Sunday in the museum in Kildare Street completely yellow in a pinafore that lay on his side on his hand with his ten toes sticking out that he said was a larger religion than the Jews and Our Lords both ах да, я знаю их хорошо, кто был первым человеком во вселенной, до того, как кто-то сделал все, кто ах, что они не знают, и я тоже, так что вы, возможно, они вполне могут попытаться остановить восход солнца завтра, солнце светит для вас он сказал, что в тот день, когда мы лежали среди рододендронов на голове, в сером твидовом костюме и его соломенной шляпе, в тот день, когда я заставил его сделать мне предложение, да, сначала я дал ему кусочек торта во рту, и это был високосный год как сейчас, да, 16 лет назад, Боже мой, после долгого поцелуя, я чуть не задохнулся, да, он сказал, что это цветок горы, да, мы все женское тело. для вас сегодня да, именно поэтому он мне понравился, потому что я видел, что он понимал или чувствовал, что такое женщина, и я знал, что всегда могу обойти его, и я доставлял ему все удовольствие, которое мог вести его, пока он не попросил меня сказать «да» и Я не отвечал сначала только смотрел на море и небо, о котором я думал все, что он не знал о му ఆహ్ అవును నాకు బాగా తెలుసు, విశ్వంలో మొట్టమొదటి వ్యక్తి ఎవరో ఒకరు ఉన్నారు, వారు ఎవరో తెలియదు, వారు తెలియదు, నేను కూడా అక్కడ లేను, అక్కడ మీరు ఉన్నారు, రేపు సూర్యుడు ప్రకాశించకుండా ఆపడానికి ప్రయత్నించవచ్చు. బూడిద రంగు ట్వీడ్ సూట్‌లో హౌత్ తలపై మేము రోడోడెండ్రాన్ల మధ్య పడుకున్న రోజు మరియు అతని గడ్డి టోపీని నేను నాతో ప్రపోజ్ చేయటానికి వచ్చిన రోజు అవును అవును నేను మొదట నా నోటి నుండి సీడ్‌కేక్ బిట్ ఇచ్చాను మరియు అది లీప్‌ఇయర్ ఇప్పుడు అవును అవును 16 సంవత్సరాల క్రితం నా దేవుడు ఆ సుదీర్ఘ ముద్దు తర్వాత నా శ్వాసను కోల్పోయాను అవును అతను పర్వతం యొక్క పువ్వు అని చెప్పాడు అవును కాబట్టి మనం పువ్వులన్నీ మహిళల శరీరమే అవును అది ఆయన జీవితంలో చెప్పిన ఒక నిజమైన విషయం మరియు సూర్యుడు ప్రకాశిస్తాడు ఈ రోజు మీ కోసం అవును అందుకే నేను అతన్ని ఇష్టపడ్డాను ఎందుకంటే అతను ఒక మహిళ అంటే ఏమిటో అతను అర్థం చేసుకున్నాడు లేదా భావించాడని నేను చూశాను మరియు నేను ఎప్పుడూ అతనిని చుట్టుముట్టగలనని నాకు తెలుసు మరియు అవును అని చెప్పమని అడిగే వరకు నేను అతనిని నడిపించగలిగే అన్ని ఆనందాలను ఇచ్చాను. నేను మొదట సమాధానం చెప్పలేను, సముద్రం మరియు ఆకాశం వైపు చూసాను ము గురించి అతనికి తెలియని విషయాలు Step right up! Step right up! దైవలక్షణాలు గలిగినవానిగా ఆరాధించబడే వ్యక్తి దైవలక్షణాలు గలిగినవానిగా ఆరాధించబడే వ్యక్తి దైవలక్షణాలు గలిగినవానిగా ఆరాధించబడే వ్యక్తి దైవలక్షణాలు గలిగినవానిగా ఆరాధించబడే వ్యక్తి True! nervous, very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses, not destroyed, not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute. I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. I heard many things in hell. How then am I mad? Hearken! and observe how healthily, how calmly I can tell you the whole story. It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain, but, once conceived, it haunted me day and night. Object there was none. Passion there was none. I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. He had never given me insult. For his gold I had no desire. I think it was his eye! Yes, it was this! One of his eyes resembled that of a vulture—a pale blue eye with a film over it. Whenever it fell upon me my blood ran cold, and so by degrees, very gradually, I made up my mind to take the life of the old man, and thus rid myself of the eye forever. Now this is the point. You fancy me mad. Madmen know nothing. But you should have seen me. You should have seen how wisely I proceeded; with what caution, with what foresight, with what dissimulation, I went to work! I was never kinder to the old man than during the whole week before I killed him. And every night about midnight I turned the latch of his door and opened it—oh, so gently! And then when I had made an opening sufficient for my head I put in a dark lantern all closed, closed so that no light shone out, and then I thrust in my head. Oh, you would have laughed to see how cunningly I thrust it in! I moved it slowly, very, very slowly, so that I might not disturb the old man's sleep. It took me an hour to place my whole head within the opening so far that I could see him as he lay upon his bed. Ha! would a madman have been so wise as this? And then when my head was well in the room I undid the lantern cautiously—oh, so cautiously—cautiously (for the hinges creaked), I undid it just so much that a single thin ray fell upon the vulture eye. And this I did for seven long nights, every night just at midnight, but I found the eye always closed, and so it was impossible to do the work, for it was not the old man who vexed me, but his Evil Eye. And every morning, when the day broke, I went boldly into the chamber and spoke courageously to him, calling him by name in a hearty tone, and inquiring how he had passed the night. So you see he would have been a very profound old man, indeed, to suspect that every night, just at twelve, I looked in upon him while he slept. Upon the eighth night I was more than usually cautious in opening the door. A watch's minute hand moves more quickly than did mine. Never before that night had I felt the extent of my own powers, of my sagacity. I could scarcely contain my feelings of triumph. To think that there I was opening the door little by little, and he not even to dream of my secret deeds or thoughts. I fairly chuckled at the idea, and perhaps he heard me, for he moved on the bed suddenly as if startled. Now you may think that I drew back—but no. His room was as black as pitch with the thick darkness (for the shutters were close fastened through fear of robbers), and so I knew that he could not see the opening of the door, and I kept pushing it on steadily, steadily. I had my head in, and was about to open the lantern when my thumb slipped upon the tin fastening, and the old man sprang up in the bed, crying out, "Who's there?" I kept quite still and said nothing. For a whole hour I did not move a muscle, and in the meantime I did not hear him lie down. He was still sitting up in the bed, listening; just as I have done night after night hearkening to the death watches in the wall. Presently I heard a slight groan, and I knew it was the groan of mortal terror. It was not a groan of pain or of grief—oh, no! it was the low stifled sound that arises from the bottom of the soul when overcharged with awe. I knew the sound well. Many a night, just at midnight, when all the world slept, it has welled up from my own bosom, deepening, with its dreadful echo, the terrors that distracted me. I say I knew it well. I knew what the old man felt, and pitied him, although I chuckled at heart. I knew that he had been lying awake ever since the first slight noise when he had turned in the bed. His fears had been ever since growing upon him. He had been trying to fancy them causeless, but could not. He had been saying to himself, "It is nothing but the wind in the chimney, it is only a mouse crossing the floor," or "It is merely a cricket which has made a single chirp." Yes, he has been trying to comfort himself with these suppositions; but he had found all in vain. All in vain, because Death in approaching him had stalked with his black shadow before him and enveloped the victim. And it was the mournful influence of the unperceived shadow that caused him to feel, although he neither saw nor heard, to feel the presence of my head within the room. When I had waited a long time very patiently without hearing him lie down, I resolved to open a little— a very, very little crevice in the lantern. So I opened it—you cannot imagine how stealthily—until at length a single dim ray like the thread of the spider shot out from the crevice and fell upon the vulture eye. It was open, wide, wide open, and I grew furious as I gazed upon it. I saw it with perfect distinctness—all a dull blue with a hideous veil over it that chilled the very marrow in my bones, but I could see nothing else of the old man's face or person, for I had directed the ray as if by instinct precisely upon the damned spot. And now have I not told you that what you mistake for madness is but over-acuteness of the senses? now, I say, there came to my ears a low, dull, quick sound, such as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton. I knew that sound well, too. It was the beating of the old man's heart. It increased my fury, as the beating of a drum stimulates the soldier into courage. But even yet I refrained and kept still. I scarcely breathed. I held the lantern motionless. I tried how steadily I could maintain the ray upon the eye. Meantime the hellish tattoo of the heart increased. It grew quicker and quicker, and louder and louder, every instant. The old man's terror must have been extreme! It grew louder, I say, louder every moment!—do you mark me well? I have told you that I am nervous: so I am. And now at the dead hour of the night, amid the dreadful silence of that old house, so strange a noise as this excited me to uncontrollable terror. Yet, for some minutes longer I refrained and stood still. But the beating grew louder, louder! I thought the heart must burst. And now a new anxiety seized me—the sound would be heard by a neighbor! The old man's hour had come! With a loud yell, I threw open the lantern and leaped into the room. He shrieked once—once only. In an instant I dragged him to the floor, and pulled the heavy bed over him. I then smiled gaily, to find the deed so far done. But for many minutes the heart beat on with a muffled sound. This, however, did not vex me; it would not be heard through the wall. At length it ceased. The old man was dead. I removed the bed and examined the corpse. Yes, he was stone, stone dead. I placed my hand upon the heart and held it there many minutes. There was no pulsation. He was stone dead. His eye would trouble me no more. If still you think me mad, you will think so no longer when I describe the wise precautions I took for the concealment of the body. The night waned, and I worked hastily, but in silence. I took up three planks from the flooring of the chamber, and deposited all between the scantlings. I then replaced the boards so cleverly, so cunningly, that no human eye—not even his—could have detected anything wrong. There was nothing to wash out—no stain of any kind—no bloodspot whatever. I had been too wary for that. When I had made an end of these labors, it was four o'clock—still dark as midnight. As the bell sounded the hour, there came a knocking at the street door. I went down to open it with a light heart—for what had I now to fear? There entered three men, who introduced themselves, with perfect suavity, as officers of the police. A shriek had been heard by a neighbor during the night; suspicion of foul play had been aroused; information had been lodged at the police office, and they (the officers) had been deputed to search the premises. I smiled—for what had I to fear? I bade the gentlemen welcome. The shriek, I said, was my own in a dream. The old man, I mentioned, was absent in the country. I took my visitors all over the house. I bade them search—search well. I led them, at length, to his chamber. I showed them his treasures, secure, undisturbed. In the enthusiasm of my confidence, I brought chairs into the room, and desired them here to rest from their fatigues, while I myself, in the wild audacity of my perfect triumph, placed my own seat upon the very spot beneath which reposed the corpse of the victim. The officers were satisfied. My manner had convinced them. I was singularly at ease. They sat, and while I answered cheerily, they chatted of familiar things. But, ere long, I felt myself getting pale and wished them gone. My head ached, and I fancied a ringing in my ears; but still they sat, and still chatted. The ringing became more distinct;—it continued and became more distinct. I talked more freely to get rid of the feeling, but it continued and gained definitiveness—until, at length, I found that the noise was not within my ears. No doubt I now grew very pale; but I talked more fluently and with a heightened voice. Yet the sound increased—and what could I do? It was a low, dull, quick sound—much such a sound as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton. I gasped for breath—and yet the officers heard it not. I talked more quickly—more vehemently; but the noise steadily increased. I arose and argued about trifles, in a high key and with violent gesticulations; but the noise steadily increased. Why would they not be gone? I paced the floor to and fro with heavy strides, as if excited to fury by the observations of the men—but the noise steadily increased. O God! what could I do? I foamed—I raved—I swore! I swung the chair upon which I had been sitting, and grated it upon the boards, but the noise arose over all and continually increased. It grew louder—louder—louder! And still the men chatted pleasantly, and smiled. Was it possible they heard not? Almighty God!—no, no! They heard!—they suspected!—they knew!—they were making a mockery of my horror!—this I thought, and this I think. But anything was better than this agony! Anything was more tolerable than this derision! I could bear those hypocritical smiles no longer! I felt that I must scream or die!—and now—again!—hark! louder! louder! louder! louder! "Villains!" I shrieked, "dissemble no more! I admit the deed!—tear up the planks!—here, here!—it is the beating of his hideous heart!" The thousand injuries of Fortunato I had borne as I best could; but when he ventured upon insult, I vowed revenge. You, who so well know the nature of my soul, will not suppose, however, that I gave utterance to a threat. At length I would be avenged; this was a point definitively settled—but the very definitiveness with which it was resolved, precluded the idea of risk. I must not only punish, but punish with impunity. A wrong is unredressed when retribution overtakes its redresser. It is equally unredressed when the avenger fails to make himself felt as such to him who has done the wrong. It must be understood, that neither by word nor deed had I given Fortunato cause to doubt my good will. I continued, as was my wont, to smile in his face, and he did not perceive that my smile now was at the thought of his immolation. He had a weak point—this Fortunato—although in other regards he was a man to be respected and even feared. He prided himself on his connoisseurship in wine. Few Italians have the true virtuoso spirit. For the most part their enthusiasm is adopted to suit the time and opportunity—to practise imposture upon the British and Austrian millionaires. In painting and gemmary Fortunato, like his countrymen, was a quack—but in the matter of old wines he was sincere. In this respect I did not differ from him materially: I was skilful in the Italian vintages myself, and bought largely whenever I could. It was about dusk, one evening during the supreme madness of the carnival season, that I encountered my friend. He accosted me with excessive warmth, for he had been drinking much. The man wore motley. He had on a tight-fitting parti-striped dress, and his head was surmounted by the conical cap and bells. I was so pleased to see him, that I thought I should never have done wringing his hand. I said to him—"My dear Fortunato, you are luckily met. How remarkably well you are looking to-day! But I have received a pipe of what passes for Amontillado, and I have my doubts." "How?" said he. "Amontillado? A pipe! Impossible! And in the middle of the carnival!" "I have my doubts," I replied; "and I was silly enough to pay the full Amontillado price without consulting you in the matter. You were not to be found, and I was fearful of losing a bargain." "Amontillado!" "I have my doubts." "Amontillado!" "And I must satisfy them." "Amontillado!" "As you are engaged, I am on my way to Luchesi. If any one has a critical turn, it is he. He will tell me—" "Luchesi cannot tell Amontillado from Sherry." "And yet some fools will have it that his taste is a match for your own." "Come, let us go." "Whither?" "To your vaults." "My friend, no; I will not impose upon your good nature. I perceive you have an engagement. Luchesi—" "I have no engagement;—come." "My friend, no. It is not the engagement, but the severe cold with which I perceive you are afflicted. The vaults are insufferably damp. They are encrusted with nitre." "Let us go, nevertheless. The cold is merely nothing. Amontillado! You have been imposed upon. And as for Luchesi, he cannot distinguish Sherry from Amontillado." Thus speaking, Fortunato possessed himself of my arm. Putting on a mask of black silk, and drawing a roquelaire closely about my person, I suffered him to hurry me to my palazzo. There were no attendants at home; they had absconded to make merry in honor of the time. I had told them that I should not return until the morning, and had given them explicit orders not to stir from the house. These orders were sufficient, I well knew, to insure their immediate disappearance, one and all, as soon as my back was turned. I took from their sconces two flambeaux, and giving one to Fortunato, bowed him through several suites of rooms to the archway that led into the vaults. I passed down a long and winding staircase, requesting him to be cautious as he followed. We came at length to the foot of the descent, and stood together on the damp ground of the catacombs of the Montresors. The gait of my friend was unsteady, and the bells upon his cap jingled as he strode. "The pipe," said he. "It is farther on," said I; "but observe the white web-work which gleams from these cavern walls." He turned towards me, and looked into my eyes with two filmy orbs that distilled the rheum of intoxication. "Nitre?" he asked, at length. "Nitre," I replied. "How long have you had that cough?" "Ugh! ugh! ugh!—ugh! ugh! ugh!—ugh! ugh! ugh!—ugh! ugh! ugh!—ugh! ugh! ugh!" My poor friend found it impossible to reply for many minutes. "It is nothing," he said, at last. "Come," I said, with decision, "we will go back; your health is precious. You are rich, respected, admired, beloved; you are happy, as once I was. You are a man to be missed. For me it is no matter. We will go back; you will be ill, and I cannot be responsible. Besides, there is Luchesi—" "Enough," he said; "the cough is a mere nothing; it will not kill me. I shall not die of a cough." "True—true," I replied; "and, indeed, I had no intention of alarming you unnecessarily—but you should use all proper caution. A draught of this Medoc will defend us from the damps." Here I knocked off the neck of a bottle which I drew from a long row of its fellows that lay upon the mould. "Drink," I said, presenting him the wine. He raised it to his lips with a leer. He paused and nodded to me familiarly, while his bells jingled. "I drink," he said, "to the buried that repose around us." "And I to your long life." He again took my arm, and we proceeded. "These vaults," he said, "are extensive." "The Montresors," I replied, "were a great and numerous family." "I forget your arms." "A huge human foot d'or, in a field azure; the foot crushes a serpent rampant whose fangs are imbedded in the heel." "And the motto?" "Nemo me impune lacessit." "Good!" he said. The wine sparkled in his eyes and the bells jingled. My own fancy grew warm with the Medoc. We had passed through walls of piled bones, with casks and puncheons intermingling, into the inmost recesses of the catacombs. I paused again, and this time I made bold to seize Fortunato by an arm above the elbow. "The nitre!" I said; "see, it increases. It hangs like moss upon the vaults. We are below the river's bed. The drops of moisture trickle among the bones. Come, we will go back ere it is too late. Your cough—" "It is nothing," he said; "let us go on. But first, another draught of the Medoc." I broke and reached him a flaçon of De Grâve. He emptied it at a breath. His eyes flashed with a fierce light. He laughed and threw the bottle upwards with a gesticulation I did not understand. I looked at him in surprise. He repeated the movement—a grotesque one. "You do not comprehend?" he said. "Not I," I replied. "Then you are not of the brotherhood." "How?" "You are not of the masons." "Yes, yes," I said, "yes, yes." "You? Impossible! A mason?" "A mason," I replied. "A sign," he said. "It is this," I answered, producing a trowel from beneath the folds of my roquelaire. "You jest," he exclaimed, recoiling a few paces. "But let us proceed to the Amontillado." "Be it so," I said, replacing the tool beneath the cloak, and again offering him my arm. He leaned upon it heavily. We continued our route in search of the Amontillado. We passed through a range of low arches, descended, passed on, and descending again, arrived at a deep crypt, in which the foulness of the air caused our flambeaux rather to glow than flame. At the most remote end of the crypt there appeared another less spacious. Its walls had been lined with human remains, piled to the vault overhead, in the fashion of the great catacombs of Paris. Three sides of this interior crypt were still ornamented in this manner. From the fourth side the bones had been thrown down, and lay promiscuously upon the earth, forming at one point a mound of some size. Within the wall thus exposed by the displacing of the bones, we perceived a still interior recess, in depth about four feet, in width three, in height six or seven. It seemed to have been constructed for no especial use within itself, but formed merely the interval between two of the colossal supports of the roof of the catacombs, and was backed by one of their circumscribing walls of solid granite. It was in vain that Fortunato, uplifting his dull torch, endeavored to pry into the depth of the recess. Its termination the feeble light did not enable us to see. "Proceed," I said; "herein is the Amontillado. As for Luchesi—" "He is an ignoramus," interrupted my friend, as he stepped unsteadily forward, while I followed immediately at his heels. In an instant he had reached the extremity of the niche, and finding his progress arrested by the rock, stood stupidly bewildered. A moment more and I had fettered him to the granite. In its surface were two iron staples, distant from each other about two feet, horizontally. From one of these depended a short chain, from the other a padlock. Throwing the links about his waist, it was but the work of a few seconds to secure it. He was too much astounded to resist. Withdrawing the key I stepped back from the recess. "Pass your hand," I said, "over the wall; you cannot help feeling the nitre. Indeed it is very damp. Once more let me implore you to return. No? Then I must positively leave you. But I must first render you all the little attentions in my power." "The Amontillado!" ejaculated my friend, not yet recovered from his astonishment. "True," I replied; "the Amontillado." As I said these words I busied myself among the pile of bones of which I have before spoken. Throwing them aside, I soon uncovered a quantity of building stone and mortar. With these materials and with the aid of my trowel, I began vigorously to wall up the entrance of the niche. I had scarcely laid the first tier of the masonry when I discovered that the intoxication of Fortunato had in a great measure worn off. The earliest indication I had of this was a low moaning cry from the depth of the recess. It was not the cry of a drunken man. There was then a long and obstinate silence. I laid the second tier, and the third, and the fourth; and then I heard the furious vibrations of the chain. The noise lasted for several minutes, during which, that I might hearken to it with the more satisfaction, I ceased my labors and sat down upon the bones. When at last the clanking subsided, I resumed the trowel, and finished without interruption the fifth, the sixth, and the seventh tier. The wall was now nearly upon a level with my breast. I again paused, and holding the flambeaux over the mason-work, threw a few feeble rays upon the figure within. A succession of loud and shrill screams, bursting suddenly from the throat of the chained form, seemed to thrust me violently back. For a brief moment I hesitated—I trembled. Unsheathing my rapier, I began to grope with it about the recess: but the thought of an instant reassured me. I placed my hand upon the solid fabric of the catacombs, and felt satisfied. I reapproached the wall. I replied to the yells of him who clamored. I re-echoed—I aided—I surpassed them in volume and in strength. I did this, and the clamorer grew still. It was now midnight, and my task was drawing to a close. I had completed the eighth, the ninth, and the tenth tier. I had finished a portion of the last and the eleventh; there remained but a single stone to be fitted and plastered in. I struggled with its weight; I placed it partially in its destined position. But now there came from out the niche a low laugh that erected the hairs upon my head. It was succeeded by a sad voice, which I had difficulty in recognising as that of the noble Fortunate. The voice said— "Ha! ha! ha!—he! he!—a very good joke indeed—an excellent jest. We will have many a rich laugh about it at the palazzo—he! he! he!—over our wine—he! he! he!" "The Amontillado!" I said. "He! he! he!—he! he! he!—yes, the Amontillado. But is it not getting late? Will not they be awaiting us at the palazzo, the Lady Fortunato and the rest? Let us be gone." "Yes,"I said, "let us be gone." "For the love of God, Montresor!" "Yes," I said, "for the love of God!" But to these words I hearkened in vain for a reply. I grew impatient. I called aloud— "Fortunato!" No answer. I called again— "Fortunato!" No answer still. I thrust a torch through the remaining aperture and let it fall within. There came forth in return only a jingling of the bells. My heart grew sick—on account of the dampness of the catacombs. I hastened to make an end of my labor. I forced the last stone into its position; I plastered it up. Against the new masonry I re-erected the old rampart of bones. For the half of a century no mortal has disturbed them. In pace requiescat! g so young hardly 20 of me in the next room hed have heard me on the chamber arrah what harm Dedalus I wonder its like those names in Gibraltar Delapaz Delagracia they had the devils queer names there father Vial plana of Santa Maria that gave me the rosary Rosales y O’Reilly in the Calle las Siete Revueltas and Pisimbo and Mrs Opisso in Governor street O what a name Id go and drown myself in the first river if I had a name like her O my and all the bits of streets Paradise ramp and Bedlam ramp and Rodgers The cars came scudding in towards Dublin, running evenly like pellets in the groove of the Naas Road. At the crest of the hill at Inchicore sightseers had gathered in clumps to watch the cars careering homeward and through this channel of poverty and inaction the Continent sped its wealth and industry. Now and again the clumps of people raised the cheer of the gratefully oppressed. Their sympathy, however, was for the blue cars—the cars of their friends, the French. The French, moreover, were virtual victors. Their team had finished solidly; they had been placed second and third and the driver of the winning German car was reported a Belgian. Each blue car, therefore, received a double measure of welcome as it topped the crest of the hill and each cheer of welcome was acknowledged with smiles and nods by those in the car. In one of these trimly built cars was a party of four young men whose spirits seemed to be at present well above the level of successful Gallicism: in fact, these four young men were almost hilarious. They were Charles Ségouin, the owner of the car; André Rivière, a young electrician of Canadian birth; a huge Hungarian named Villona and a neatly groomed young man named Doyle. Ségouin was in good humour because he had unexpectedly received some orders in advance (he was about to start a motor establishment in Paris) and Rivière was in good humour because he was to be appointed manager of the establishment; these two young men (who were cousins) were also in good humour because of the success of the French cars. Villona was in good humour because he had had a very satisfactory luncheon; and besides he was an optimist by nature. The fourth member of the party, however, was too excited to be genuinely happy. He was about twenty-six years of age, with a soft, light brown moustache and rather innocent-looking grey eyes. His father, who had begun life as an advanced Nationalist, had modified his views early. He had made his money as a butcher in Kingstown and by opening shops in Dublin and in the suburbs he had made his money many times over. He had also been fortunate enough to secure some of the police contracts and in the end he had become rich enough to be alluded to in the Dublin newspapers as a merchant prince. He had sent his son to England to be educated in a big Catholic college and had afterwards sent him to Dublin University to study law. Jimmy did not study very earnestly and took to bad courses for a while. He had money and he was popular; and he divided his time curiously between musical and motoring circles. Then he had been sent for a term to Cambridge to see a little life. His father, remonstrative, but covertly proud of the excess, had paid his bills and brought him home. It was at Cambridge that he had met Ségouin. They were not much more than acquaintances as yet but Jimmy found great pleasure in the society of one who had seen so much of the world and was reputed to own some of the biggest hotels in France. Such a person (as his father agreed) was well worth knowing, even if he had not been the charming companion he was. Villona was entertaining also—a brilliant pianist—but, unfortunately, very poor. The car ran on merrily with its cargo of hilarious youth. The two cousins sat on the front seat; Jimmy and his Hungarian friend sat behind. Decidedly Villona was in excellent spirits; he kept up a deep bass hum of melody for miles of the road. The Frenchmen flung their laughter and light words over their shoulders and often Jimmy had to strain forward to catch the quick phrase. This was not altogether pleasant for him, as he had nearly always to make a deft guess at the meaning and shout back a suitable answer in the face of a high wind. Besides Villona's humming would confuse anybody; the noise of the car, too. Rapid motion through space elates one; so does notoriety; so does the possession of money. These were three good reasons for Jimmy's excitement. He had been seen by many of his friends that day in the company of these Continentals. At the control Ségouin had presented him to one of the French competitors and, in answer to his confused murmur of compliment, the swarthy face of the driver had disclosed a line of shining white teeth. It was pleasant after that honour to return to the profane world of spectators amid nudges and significant looks. Then as to money—he really had a great sum under his control. Ségouin, perhaps, would not think it a great sum but Jimmy who, in spite of temporary errors, was at heart the inheritor of solid instincts knew well with what difficulty it had been got together. This knowledge had previously kept his bills within the limits of reasonable recklessness and, if he had been so conscious of the labour latent in money when there had been question merely of some freak of the higher intelligence, how much more so now when he was about to stake the greater part of his substance! It was a serious thing for him. Of course, the investment was a good one and Ségouin had managed to give the impression that it was by a favour of friendship the mite of Irish money was to be included in the capital of the concern. Jimmy had a respect for his father's shrewdness in business matters and in this case it had been his father who had first suggested the investment; money to be made in the motor business, pots of money. Moreover Ségouin had the unmistakable air of wealth. Jimmy set out to translate into days' work that lordly car in which he sat. How smoothly it ran. In what style they had come careering along the country roads! The journey laid a magical finger on the genuine pulse of life and gallantly the machinery of human nerves strove to answer the bounding courses of the swift blue animal. They drove down Dame Street. The street was busy with unusual traffic, loud with the horns of motorists and the gongs of impatient tram-drivers. Near the Bank Ségouin drew up and Jimmy and his friend alighted. A little knot of people collected on the footpath to pay homage to the snorting motor. The party was to dine together that evening in Ségouin's hotel and, meanwhile, Jimmy and his friend, who was staying with him, were to go home to dress. The car steered out slowly for Grafton Street while the two young men pushed their way through the knot of gazers. They walked northward with a curious feeling of disappointment in the exercise, while the city hung its pale globes of light above them in a haze of summer evening. In Jimmy's house this dinner had been pronounced an occasion. A certain pride mingled with his parents' trepidation, a certain eagerness, also, to play fast and loose for the names of great foreign cities have at least this virtue. Jimmy, too, looked very well when he was dressed and, as he stood in the hall giving a last equation to the bows of his dress tie, his father may have felt even commercially satisfied at having secured for his son qualities often unpurchaseable. His father, therefore, was unusually friendly with Villona and his manner expressed a real respect for foreign accomplishments; but this subtlety of his host was probably lost upon the Hungarian, who was beginning to have a sharp desire for his dinner. The dinner was excellent, exquisite. Ségouin, Jimmy decided, had a very refined taste. The party was increased by a young Englishman named Routh whom Jimmy had seen with Ségouin at Cambridge. The young men supped in a snug room lit by electric candle lamps. They talked volubly and with little reserve. Jimmy, whose imagination was kindling, conceived the lively youth of the Frenchmen twined elegantly upon the firm framework of the Englishman's manner. A graceful image of his, he thought, and a just one. He admired the dexterity with which their host directed the conversation. The five young men had various tastes and their tongues had been loosened. Villona, with immense respect, began to discover to the mildly surprised Englishman the beauties of the English madrigal, deploring the loss of old instruments. Rivière, not wholly ingenuously, undertook to explain to Jimmy the triumph of the French mechanicians. The resonant voice of the Hungarian was about to prevail in ridicule of the spurious lutes of the romantic painters when Ségouin shepherded his party into politics. Here was congenial ground for all. Jimmy, under generous influences, felt the buried zeal of his father wake to life within him: he aroused the torpid Routh at last. The room grew doubly hot and Ségouin's task grew harder each moment: there was even danger of personal spite. The alert host at an opportunity lifted his glass to Humanity and, when the toast had been drunk, he threw open a window significantly. That night the city wore the mask of a capital. The five young men strolled along Stephen's Green in a faint cloud of aromatic smoke. They talked loudly and gaily and their cloaks dangled from their shoulders. The people made way for them. At the corner of Grafton Street a short fat man was putting two handsome ladies on a car in charge of another fat man. The car drove off and the short fat man caught sight of the party. "André." "It's Farley!" A torrent of talk followed. Farley was an American. No one knew very well what the talk was about. Villona and Rivière were the noisiest, but all the men were excited. They got up on a car, squeezing themselves together amid much laughter. They drove by the crowd, blended now into soft colours, to a music of merry bells. They took the train at Westland Row and in a few seconds, as it seemed to Jimmy, they were walking out of Kingstown Station. The ticket-collector saluted Jimmy; he was an old man: "Fine night, sir!" It was a serene summer night; the harbour lay like a darkened mirror at their feet. They proceeded towards it with linked arms, singing Cadet Roussel in chorus, stamping their feet at every: "Ho! Ho! Hohé, vraiment!" They got into a rowboat at the slip and made out for the American's yacht. There was to be supper, music, cards. Villona said with conviction: "It is delightful!" There was a yacht piano in the cabin. Villona played a waltz for Farley and Rivière, Farley acting as cavalier and Rivière as lady. Then an impromptu square dance, the men devising original figures. What merriment! Jimmy took his part with a will; this was seeing life, at least. Then Farley got out of breath and cried "Stop!" A man brought in a light supper, and the young men sat down to it for form's sake. They drank, however: it was Bohemian. They drank Ireland, England, France, Hungary, the United States of America. Jimmy made a speech, a long speech, Villona saying: "Hear! hear!" whenever there was a pause. There was a great clapping of hands when he sat down. It must have been a good speech. Farley clapped him on the back and laughed loudly. What jovial fellows! What good company they were! Cards! cards! The table was cleared. Villona returned quietly to his piano and played voluntaries for them. The other men played game after game, flinging themselves boldly into the adventure. They drank the health of the Queen of Hearts and of the Queen of Diamonds. Jimmy felt obscurely the lack of an audience: the wit was flashing. Play ran very high and paper began to pass. Jimmy did not know exactly who was winning but he knew that he was losing. But it was his own fault for he frequently mistook his cards and the other men had to calculate his I.O.U.'s for him. They were devils of fellows but he wished they would stop: it was getting late. Someone gave the toast of the yacht The Belle of Newport and then someone proposed one great game for a finish. The piano had stopped; Villona must have gone up on deck. It was a terrible game. They stopped just before the end of it to drink for luck. Jimmy understood that the game lay between Routh and Ségouin. What excitement! Jimmy was excited too; he would lose, of course. How much had he written away? The men rose to their feet to play the last tricks, talking and gesticulating. Routh won. The cabin shook with the young men's cheering and the cards were bundled together. They began then to gather in what they had won, Farley and Jimmy were the heaviest losers. He knew that he would regret in the morning but at present he was glad of the rest, glad of the dark stupor that would cover up his folly. He leaned his elbows on the table and rested his head between his hands, counting the beats of his temples. The cabin door opened and he saw the Hungarian standing in a shaft of grey light: "Daybreak, gentlemen!"

Honestly, I refuse to play super smash bros ultimate unless these characters are in it: Geno, Skull kid, Steve minecraft, Sans undertale, Jesus, Elmo, A can of beans that shoots cars 2 discs, the twitter bird, Mel Emoji movie, Sans gaming, the fortnite default skin, the roblox default skin, Peanut Butter Gamer, Mike Imburgia, Michael Jordan, Shrek and Donkey, The ssbm training dummy, Snover, Steve Jobs, Siri, The dancing alien trio, WIll smith, CDI link, Larry the cucumber, Mr T, Amazon Echo, Google home, Gruntilda, Sheldon Splatoon, Pearl and Marina, Superman 64, Humpty Dumpty, Chills, The cat in the hat, Toad, Garfield, Venom, T-series, The voice, Siivagunner, Pewdiepie, Canada, Heman, Thanos car, The black power ranger, Jon Arbuckle, Plague knight, Pyrocynical, Bullet Bill, Polar knight, Grand dad, Birdo, xxxtentacion, Kernal Sanders, Donald Trump, The andromeda galaxy, The wii U, Earth chan, Bill and Ted, The rock, The hulk, Origami yoda, Owl city, Goku, Matpat, Johnny 5, Hulk Hogan, Grimace, Hollow knight, GLADoS, The Demonoids, Flowey, Unturned Zombies, Balloon fight kid, Stanley, Nicobbq, Toby fox, Monika, Austin Backyardagains, Pippi longstocking, Thanos, Johnny Johnny, Rthro, Mario Hotel Mario, Beast Boy, Kwite, GradeAUnderA, Creeper, Paula, Susan Test, Gandalf, Callie and Marie, Loss guy, Hobbes, ROBLOX, Jake Paul, Logan Paul, Blutarch Mann, The Smash Ball, Super crown, Sayori, Brother Bear, Knuckles, Cuphead, Bob Ross, Ronald Mcdonald, Woodman, Cappy, Olaf, The iron giant, Optimus Prime, Gingy, Squeaky shoe, Rodger Rabbit, Mike Wazowski, Doc Hudson, Bing Bong, Vitruveus, Miss Perigrin, Bambi, The Lorax, Brainy smurf, Mufasa, Gengar, David Tennant, Captain hook, Hagrid from the PS2 Harry Potter game, Roblox Noob, CFW brave, Bully Hunter 77, Soldier 76, The daleks, Jack Skellington, Lanky Kong, Pepsi man, Vinesauce Vinny, Porter Robinson, Homer Simpson, John Wick, Nep-Nep, Ninja, Big bird, Young anakin holding a gun, Mr potato head, Piderman, Bart Simpson, Thor, Papa smurf, Yuri, Elsa, The red power ranger, Cosmo, Wanda fairly odd parents, a PS4, Spiderman, Lil broomstick, Neighbor, Jumpman, Papyrus undertale, The instagram logo, Winston, Pumkin, Vsauce Michael, Sonichu, Warechu, Lisa simpson, Gay Bowser, Iron man, Thomas the Tank engine on weed, Marie holding a knife, a calculator, Will Stranger Things, engineer, scout, simon says, heavy, The left pong guy, vvvvavvvvvvr, the poop emoji, Moana, EvE, 1000 degree knife, 4chan, Volcanion, Right pong guy, The brain, Emmet, Reddit, Untitled document, Reddit post holding a bomb riding a giant green pumpkin pie that can fly, im really bored of making this, knife, Tony stark, Bruce Banner, Naruto, Sasuke, Apple, Dino Nuggets, Smurfette, Scrappy doo, Shaggy, Captain caveman, The alien emoji, Barrack Obama, Crab rave crabs, Gone Obama, Gaster, Uncle Obama, Mr blue sky, Ocean man, The one eyed one horned flying purple people eater, Strawberry shortcake, The powerpuff girls, T-series, Doctor Octopus, Daphne, Velma, OwO bot, a mushroom, Ghast Minecraft, Natsuki, Godzilla, King kong, Dixie Kong, Batman from that weird old batman movie, Chel, Wheatley, Emily (is away), Charged creeper, Darude, The ender dragon, Mayonaise, Paul Petscop, Spy, Skyla, The guide, Dumbledore, Toriel, Ash ketchum, Doctor strange, Nozomi, Caillou, Felix the cat, Illuminati, Clown kidnapping van, minecraft, terraria, pizza time, your mom, shy guy, Ernie, Ness vlogging, Sheen, Ferb, Doctor Claw, Fortnite Cowgirl Skin, Mettaton, ROBLOX oof, despacito spider, Phil swift, Ninja, ROBLOX guest 666, Elon Musk, T-series again except in a mask, Metal mario, metal peach, golden peach, Bowsette, Bloxwatch, Ben Sharpiro smiter of LibTaRds, Felix the cat het form, 7 grand dad with wings, Felix Argyle, Kwite, discord @everyone, a cat, flashman, Sony Vegas Pro 666, Ms paint, Reddit again, help me I am tired of writing these, The entire smash roster, Batman, Guy Fieri, Undertale 2, God and Anime superhero teamup, skylanders characters, The eater of worlds, The entire pakistani population, Pluto mickey mouse, epic mickey, Dr. Phil, An emulator, OBS studio, Naruto again, Elon Musk cat form, Sasuke, Iphone 5, Little broomstick 2.0, Dan the meme man, Boruto, Google, Harry Potter riding a nuke, a pony, Bluesdank, Mothra, Taco del mar fish. Penny inspector gadget, Hillary clinton, Chestburster, You.

Honestly, I refuse to play super smash bros ultimate unless these characters are in it: Geno, Skull kid, Steve minecraft, Sans undertale, Jesus, Elmo, A can of beans that shoots cars 2 discs, the twitter bird, Mel Emoji movie, Sans gaming, the fortnite default skin, the roblox default skin, Peanut Butter Gamer, Mike Imburgia, Michael Jordan, Shrek and Donkey, The ssbm training dummy, Snover, Steve Jobs, Siri, The dancing alien trio, WIll smith, CDI link, Larry the cucumber, Mr T, Amazon Echo, Google home, Gruntilda, Sheldon Splatoon, Pearl and Marina, Superman 64, Humpty Dumpty, Chills, The cat in the hat, Toad, Garfield, Venom, T-series, The voice, Siivagunner, Pewdiepie, Canada, Heman, Thanos car, The black power ranger, Jon Arbuckle, Plague knight, Pyrocynical, Bullet Bill, Polar knight, Grand dad, Birdo, xxxtentacion, Kernal Sanders, Donald Trump, The andromeda galaxy, The wii U, Earth chan, Bill and Ted, The rock, The hulk, Origami yoda, Owl city, Goku, Matpat, Johnny 5, Hulk Hogan, Grimace, Hollow knight, GLADoS, The Demonoids, Flowey, Unturned Zombies, Balloon fight kid, Stanley, Nicobbq, Toby fox, Monika, Austin Backyardagains, Pippi longstocking, Thanos, Johnny Johnny, Rthro, Mario Hotel Mario, Beast Boy, Kwite, GradeAUnderA, Creeper, Paula, Susan Test, Gandalf, Callie and Marie, Loss guy, Hobbes, ROBLOX, Jake Paul, Logan Paul, Blutarch Mann, The Smash Ball, Super crown, Sayori, Brother Bear, Knuckles, Cuphead, Bob Ross, Ronald Mcdonald, Woodman, Cappy, Olaf, The iron giant, Optimus Prime, Gingy, Squeaky shoe, Rodger Rabbit, Mike Wazowski, Doc Hudson, Bing Bong, Vitruveus, Miss Perigrin, Bambi, The Lorax, Brainy smurf, Mufasa, Gengar, David Tennant, Captain hook, Hagrid from the PS2 Harry Potter game, Roblox Noob, CFW brave, Bully Hunter 77, Soldier 76, The daleks, Jack Skellington, Lanky Kong, Pepsi man, Vinesauce Vinny, Porter Robinson, Homer Simpson, John Wick, Nep-Nep, Ninja, Big bird, Young anakin holding a gun, Mr potato head, Piderman, Bart Simpson, Thor, Papa smurf, Yuri, Elsa, The red power ranger, Cosmo, Wanda fairly odd parents, a PS4, Spiderman, Lil broomstick, Neighbor, Jumpman, Papyrus undertale, The instagram logo, Winston, Pumkin, Vsauce Michael, Sonichu, Warechu, Lisa simpson, Gay Bowser, Iron man, Thomas the Tank engine on weed, Marie holding a knife, a calculator, Will Stranger Things, engineer, scout, simon says, heavy, The left pong guy, vvvvavvvvvvr, the poop emoji, Moana, EvE, 1000 degree knife, 4chan, Volcanion, Right pong guy, The brain, Emmet, Reddit, Untitled document, Reddit post holding a bomb riding a giant green pumpkin pie that can fly, im really bored of making this, knife, Tony stark, Bruce Banner, Naruto, Sasuke, Apple, Dino Nuggets, Smurfette, Scrappy doo, Shaggy, Captain caveman, The alien emoji, Barrack Obama, Crab rave crabs, Gone Obama, Gaster, Uncle Obama, Mr blue sky, Ocean man, The one eyed one horned flying purple people eater, Strawberry shortcake, The powerpuff girls, T-series, Doctor Octopus, Daphne, Velma, OwO bot, a mushroom, Ghast Minecraft, Natsuki, Godzilla, King kong, Dixie Kong, Batman from that weird old batman movie, Chel, Wheatley, Emily (is away), Charged creeper, Darude, The ender dragon, Mayonaise, Paul Petscop, Spy, Skyla, The guide, Dumbledore, Toriel, Ash ketchum, Doctor strange, Nozomi, Caillou, Felix the cat, Illuminati, Clown kidnapping van, minecraft, terraria, pizza time, your mom, shy guy, Ernie, Ness vlogging, Sheen, Ferb, Doctor Claw, Fortnite Cowgirl Skin, Mettaton, ROBLOX oof, despacito spider, Phil swift, Ninja, ROBLOX guest 666, Elon Musk, T-series again except in a mask, Metal mario, metal peach, golden peach, Bowsette, Bloxwatch, Ben Sharpiro smiter of LibTaRds, Felix the cat het form, 7 grand dad with wings, Felix Argyle, Kwite, discord @everyone, a cat, flashman, Sony Vegas Pro 666, Ms paint, Reddit again, help me I am tired of writing these, The entire smash roster, Batman, Guy Fieri, Undertale 2, God and Anime superhero teamup, skylanders characters, The eater of worlds, The entire pakistani population, Pluto mickey mouse, epic mickey, Dr. Phil, An emulator, OBS studio, Naruto again, Elon Musk cat form, Sasuke, Iphone 5, Little broomstick 2.0, Dan the meme man, Boruto, Google, Harry Potter riding a nuke, a pony, Bluesdank, Mothra, Taco del mar fish. Penny inspector gadget, Hillary clinton, Chestburster, You.

Honestly, I refuse to play super smash bros ultimate unless these characters are in it: Geno, Skull kid, Steve minecraft, Sans undertale, Jesus, Elmo, A can of beans that shoots cars 2 discs, the twitter bird, Mel Emoji movie, Sans gaming, the fortnite default skin, the roblox default skin, Peanut Butter Gamer, Mike Imburgia, Michael Jordan, Shrek and Donkey, The ssbm training dummy, Snover, Steve Jobs, Siri, The dancing alien trio, WIll smith, CDI link, Larry the cucumber, Mr T, Amazon Echo, Google home, Gruntilda, Sheldon Splatoon, Pearl and Marina, Superman 64, Humpty Dumpty, Chills, The cat in the hat, Toad, Garfield, Venom, T-series, The voice, Siivagunner, Pewdiepie, Canada, Heman, Thanos car, The black power ranger, Jon Arbuckle, Plague knight, Pyrocynical, Bullet Bill, Polar knight, Grand dad, Birdo, xxxtentacion, Kernal Sanders, Donald Trump, The andromeda galaxy, The wii U, Earth chan, Bill and Ted, The rock, The hulk, Origami yoda, Owl city, Goku, Matpat, Johnny 5, Hulk Hogan, Grimace, Hollow knight, GLADoS, The Demonoids, Flowey, Unturned Zombies, Balloon fight kid, Stanley, Nicobbq, Toby fox, Monika, Austin Backyardagains, Pippi longstocking, Thanos, Johnny Johnny, Rthro, Mario Hotel Mario, Beast Boy, Kwite, GradeAUnderA, Creeper, Paula, Susan Test, Gandalf, Callie and Marie, Loss guy, Hobbes, ROBLOX, Jake Paul, Logan Paul, Blutarch Mann, The Smash Ball, Super crown, Sayori, Brother Bear, Knuckles, Cuphead, Bob Ross, Ronald Mcdonald, Woodman, Cappy, Olaf, The iron giant, Optimus Prime, Gingy, Squeaky shoe, Rodger Rabbit, Mike Wazowski, Doc Hudson, Bing Bong, Vitruveus, Miss Perigrin, Bambi, The Lorax, Brainy smurf, Mufasa, Gengar, David Tennant, Captain hook, Hagrid from the PS2 Harry Potter game, Roblox Noob, CFW brave, Bully Hunter 77, Soldier 76, The daleks, Jack Skellington, Lanky Kong, Pepsi man, Vinesauce Vinny, Porter Robinson, Homer Simpson, John Wick, Nep-Nep, Ninja, Big bird, Young anakin holding a gun, Mr potato head, Piderman, Bart Simpson, Thor, Papa smurf, Yuri, Elsa, The red power ranger, Cosmo, Wanda fairly odd parents, a PS4, Spiderman, Lil broomstick, Neighbor, Jumpman, Papyrus undertale, The instagram logo, Winston, Pumkin, Vsauce Michael, Sonichu, Warechu, Lisa simpson, Gay Bowser, Iron man, Thomas the Tank engine on weed, Marie holding a knife, a calculator, Will Stranger Things, engineer, scout, simon says, heavy, The left pong guy, vvvvavvvvvvr, the poop emoji, Moana, EvE, 1000 degree knife, 4chan, Volcanion, Right pong guy, The brain, Emmet, Reddit, Untitled document, Reddit post holding a bomb riding a giant green pumpkin pie that can fly, im really bored of making this, knife, Tony stark, Bruce Banner, Naruto, Sasuke, Apple, Dino Nuggets, Smurfette, Scrappy doo, Shaggy, Captain caveman, The alien emoji, Barrack Obama, Crab rave crabs, Gone Obama, Gaster, Uncle Obama, Mr blue sky, Ocean man, The one eyed one horned flying purple people eater, Strawberry shortcake, The powerpuff girls, T-series, Doctor Octopus, Daphne, Velma, OwO bot, a mushroom, Ghast Minecraft, Natsuki, Godzilla, King kong, Dixie Kong, Batman from that weird old batman movie, Chel, Wheatley, Emily (is away), Charged creeper, Darude, The ender dragon, Mayonaise, Paul Petscop, Spy, Skyla, The guide, Dumbledore, Toriel, Ash ketchum, Doctor strange, Nozomi, Caillou, Felix the cat, Illuminati, Clown kidnapping van, minecraft, terraria, pizza time, your mom, shy guy, Ernie, Ness vlogging, Sheen, Ferb, Doctor Claw, Fortnite Cowgirl Skin, Mettaton, ROBLOX oof, despacito spider, Phil swift, Ninja, ROBLOX guest 666, Elon Musk, T-series again except in a mask, Metal mario, metal peach, golden peach, Bowsette, Bloxwatch, Ben Sharpiro smiter of LibTaRds, Felix the cat het form, 7 grand dad with wings, Felix Argyle, Kwite, discord @everyone, a cat, flashman, Sony Vegas Pro 666, Ms paint, Reddit again, help me I am tired of writing these, The entire smash roster, Batman, Guy Fieri, Undertale 2, God and Anime superhero teamup, skylanders characters, The eater of worlds, The entire pakistani population, Pluto mickey mouse, epic mickey, Dr. Phil, An emulator, OBS studio, Naruto again, Elon Musk cat form, Sasuke, Iphone 5, Little broomstick 2.0, Dan the meme man, Boruto, Google, Harry Potter riding a nuke, a pony, Bluesdank, Mothra, Taco del mar fish. Penny inspector gadget, Hillary clinton, Chestburster, You.

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Honestly, I refuse to play super smash bros ultimate unless these characters are in it: Geno, Skull kid, Steve minecraft, Sans undertale, Jesus, Elmo, A can of beans that shoots cars 2 discs, the twitter bird, Mel Emoji movie, Sans gaming, the fortnite default skin, the roblox default skin, Peanut Butter Gamer, Mike Imburgia, Michael Jordan, Shrek and Donkey, The ssbm training dummy, Snover, Steve Jobs, Siri, The dancing alien trio, WIll smith, CDI link, Larry the cucumber, Mr T, Amazon Echo, Google home, Gruntilda, Sheldon Splatoon, Pearl and Marina, Superman 64, Humpty Dumpty, Chills, The cat in the hat, Toad, Garfield, Venom, T-series, The voice, Siivagunner, Pewdiepie, Canada, Heman, Thanos car, The black power ranger, Jon Arbuckle, Plague knight, Pyrocynical, Bullet Bill, Polar knight, Grand dad, Birdo, xxxtentacion, Kernal Sanders, Donald Trump, The andromeda galaxy, The wii U, Earth chan, Bill and Ted, The rock, The hulk, Origami yoda, Owl city, Goku, Matpat, Johnny 5, Hulk Hogan, Grimace, Hollow knight, GLADoS, The Demonoids, Flowey, Unturned Zombies, Balloon fight kid, Stanley, Nicobbq, Toby fox, Monika, Austin Backyardagains, Pippi longstocking, Thanos, Johnny Johnny, Rthro, Mario Hotel Mario, Beast Boy, Kwite, GradeAUnderA, Creeper, Paula, Susan Test, Gandalf, Callie and Marie, Loss guy, Hobbes, ROBLOX, Jake Paul, Logan Paul, Blutarch Mann, The Smash Ball, Super crown, Sayori, Brother Bear, Knuckles, Cuphead, Bob Ross, Ronald Mcdonald, Woodman, Cappy, Olaf, The iron giant, Optimus Prime, Gingy, Squeaky shoe, Rodger Rabbit, Mike Wazowski, Doc Hudson, Bing Bong, Vitruveus, Miss Perigrin, Bambi, The Lorax, Brainy smurf, Mufasa, Gengar, David Tennant, Captain hook, Hagrid from the PS2 Harry Potter game, Roblox Noob, CFW brave, Bully Hunter 77, Soldier 76, The daleks, Jack Skellington, Lanky Kong, Pepsi man, Vinesauce Vinny, Porter Robinson, Homer Simpson, John Wick, Nep-Nep, Ninja, Big bird, Young anakin holding a gun, Mr potato head, Piderman, Bart Simpson, Thor, Papa smurf, Yuri, Elsa, The red power ranger, Cosmo, Wanda fairly odd parents, a PS4, Spiderman, Lil broomstick, Neighbor, Jumpman, Papyrus undertale, The instagram logo, Winston, Pumkin, Vsauce Michael, Sonichu, Warechu, Lisa simpson, Gay Bowser, Iron man, Thomas the Tank engine on weed, Marie holding a knife, a calculator, Will Stranger Things, engineer, scout, simon says, heavy, The left pong guy, vvvvavvvvvvr, the poop emoji, Moana, EvE, 1000 degree knife, 4chan, Volcanion, Right pong guy, The brain, Emmet, Reddit, Untitled document, Reddit post holding a bomb riding a giant green pumpkin pie that can fly, im really bored of making this, knife, Tony stark, Bruce Banner, Naruto, Sasuke, Apple, Dino Nuggets, Smurfette, Scrappy doo, Shaggy, Captain caveman, The alien emoji, Barrack Obama, Crab rave crabs, Gone Obama, Gaster, Uncle Obama, Mr blue sky, Ocean man, The one eyed one horned flying purple people eater, Strawberry shortcake, The powerpuff girls, T-series, Doctor Octopus, Daphne, Velma, OwO bot, a mushroom, Ghast Minecraft, Natsuki, Godzilla, King kong, Dixie Kong, Batman from that weird old batman movie, Chel, Wheatley, Emily (is away), Charged creeper, Darude, The ender dragon, Mayonaise, Paul Petscop, Spy, Skyla, The guide, Dumbledore, Toriel, Ash ketchum, Doctor strange, Nozomi, Caillou, Felix the cat, Illuminati, Clown kidnapping van, minecraft, terraria, pizza time, your mom, shy guy, Ernie, Ness vlogging, Sheen, Ferb, Doctor Claw, Fortnite Cowgirl Skin, Mettaton, ROBLOX oof, despacito spider, Phil swift, Ninja, ROBLOX guest 666, Elon Musk, T-series again except in a mask, Metal mario, metal peach, golden peach, Bowsette, Bloxwatch, Ben Sharpiro smiter of LibTaRds, Felix the cat het form, 7 grand dad with wings, Felix Argyle, Kwite, discord @everyone, a cat, flashman, Sony Vegas Pro 666, Ms paint, Reddit again, help me I am tired of writing these, The entire smash roster, Batman, Guy Fieri, Undertale 2, God and Anime superhero teamup, skylanders characters, The eater of worlds, The entire pakistani population, Pluto mickey mouse, epic mickey, Dr. Phil, An emulator, OBS studio, Naruto again, Elon Musk cat form, Sasuke, Iphone 5, Little broomstick 2.0, Dan the meme man, Boruto, Google, Harry Potter riding a nuke, a pony, Bluesdank, Mothra, Taco del mar fish. Penny inspector gadget, Hillary clinton, Chestburster, You.

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