[i]Cheerish your rewards, Guardians.[/i]
[i]For in the end, they will not help you against my[/i] [b]wrath.[/b]
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What's green and cheesy? [spoiler]your dead son Crota.[/spoiler]
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(Shoots Gjallarhorn rocket with a sword strapped to it)
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Bitch pls we gonna push you off the ledge
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He has wings; he can fly ;-;
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[i]Oh, but that's the thing, my dear Child of Light: there are no ledges or pitfalls.[/i] [i]Have you not heard the whispers?[/i]
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we've got a tough guy in here.