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<b><font color="#000000" face="Arial,Helvetica" size="+1">Game 3, Tiranoc Steeds</b></td><!--
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<td><b><i><font color="#C00000" face="Arial" size="3">Touchdowns are overrated</font></b></i>
So, Pain and I sacked the nancy elf quarterback, and, like, there were two of us against one right? Bit unfair, if you ask me, but that's how the world works. But Pain, as I said, there were two of us, and he passes the ball to me as soon as he picks it up, and is like: You go, I stay here, I've done my work. And I'm all alone now. So I run like hell towards the endzone. Had no choice but to score, right? Took the fun right out of it.
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