I decided to give Primo's chicken sandwiches another go round for another lunch. Pesto and bruchetta and a cutlet, maybe with long hots, I forget. The dragon came across a foe, but its strength and possessiveness of all food that passes my lips in the office rendered its combatant ineffective.
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Go, dragon, go!
We are ever so glad that the Smurf got his comeuppance, or knockdownance. How did the blue faced guy sneak past the dragon's perimeter?
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