"SHEEN.""That rhymes with WINNING, motherfuckers."
Kneel before Sheen! Taste the rocket fuel that lives in the tip of his saber!
Why do you say these things to me when you know that I will kill you for it?
Very well. We will go to this Los Angeles to rule.
Today begins a new order! Your lands, your possessions, your very lives, will gladly be given in tribute to me, Sheen! I'm tired of pretending that I'm not special!
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