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*Mob Choir plays.(the song up top)*

Well well well... jamboree's got himself in quite the pickle. One parts telling me to help him, the other part is asking me to let him suffer?

?: Let him suffer, it's the only logical solution.

?: But it would be illogical to let him die.

?: But I thought you loved genocide! I thought you love killing people! Don't you want to kill anyone that threatens you? At least that's what your mom would've wanted. But if you don't want to that's fine, let the boy suffer his fait unimaginable. Whatever floats your boat.

?: Shut up!

?: *sighs* Guess I'll go... But only to spectate,then again he relates to me.. or does he? Decisions decisions. *closed his book and walks out of library*


?: *sighs* I hope these guys aren't too much trouble.

?: If I were you you should at least let them know your name.

?: Ok. The name's Penn....

Willam: Willam Penn.

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