He can smell us!
InJustice ISN'T Blind
& The World Ends, When The Blind Go To War...
I smell the blood of an Englishman,
Be he alive, or be he dead
I'll grind his bones to make my bread.
-but I wouldn't tempt me to
Nephew & D.A.D.
I just CAN'T get myself to REDRUM M.O.R.(d)
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