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[Many years after the overthrow of Wilson, a rebel soldier crouching |
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high on a hilltop above the war torn forests of Gamehendge spots a |
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group of loyalists approaching from their lakeside encampment below. |
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His trusty llama stands beside him, loaded down with a canvas pack |
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that holds two large bazooka type guns to the animal's sides. Near the |
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man sits a cache of blastoplast, each capable of destroying the entire |
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hillside in an instant...] |
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Phish |
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Sunrise over the turquoise mountains |
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Messenger birds in sight |
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They came up through the valley |
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Both sides at a time |
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Through the cold steady rain |
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Raid! |
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I bend down |
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Poke a double decker on a llama |
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Taboot |
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Llama, Taboot Taboot |
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Trigger a blastoplast, ramshackle laker recedes |
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I start to run |
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And I knew my time had come |
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To enter the delta |
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Leave it on press |
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Depress, Depress |
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Llama, Taboot Taboot |
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Leave it on press |
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Depress, Depress |
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Llama, Taboot Taboot |
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Llama, Taboot Taboot |
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Llama, Taboot Taboot |
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Taboot Taboot |
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Taboot Taboot |
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Taboot |
