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*bump*
Still need em...
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"If you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you." - Friedrich Nietzsche |
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The Candyman
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Baron......
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Candyman...
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5-4-1, The Candyman's infamous quote pips Francois Delambre's eerie premonition to the close win.
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Round 1 Match 36
Freddy Krueger: This...is GOD! ![]() vs. The Invisible Man: Power, I said! Power to walk into the gold vaults of the nations, into the secrets of kings, into the Holy of Holies; power to make multitudes run squealing in terror at the touch of my little invisible finger. Even the moon's frightened of me, frightened to death! ![]() vs. Uncle Les: That's quite a collection of stiffs you have down there. ![]()
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that's quite a collection of stiffs you have down there
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This...is GOD!
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Power, I said! Power to walk into the gold vaults of the nations, into the secrets of kings, into the Holy of Holies; power to make multitudes run squealing in terror at the touch of my little invisible finger. Even the moon's frightened of me, frightened to death!
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Power, I said! Power to walk into the gold vaults of the nations, into the secrets of kings, into the Holy of Holies; power to make multitudes run squealing in terror at the touch of my little invisible finger. Even the moon's frightened of me, frightened to death!
And to hear Claude Raimns deliver those lines is to get a chill up your spine... |
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