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He runs with wings
His wings are stinky
His ship leaks
His ship is a rapier taken from a scrap
He loves the rap music
He kills with claws
His eyes are his teeth
His lasers are his toys
His lasers are made of junk
His map was red all over
And he dies right where he is
Hector looked at this note which was transmitted from a Maskirovka Cruiser. He looked at his wings. Yes, he ran with his wings. He smelled his wings. Yes, the wings were stinky. He checked the fuel. Yes, it leaked. He looked at his ship. Yes, it was made out of burned tomato sauce cans and wrenched up armaplast. He hated rap music but in his bio it said he loved it. He looked at his claws. He surely used it to push the laser beam button. Yes, he was a murderer. His eyelids had stinging horns. Yes, his eyes were his teeth. He looked at his ToysRUs lasers Yes, he cherished playing with laser beams. His lasers were all brown with his trash. He looked at his map. All systems were mad at him. He squawked madly with rage as he fell down stone cold dead.
