You did level us up and then not print us new character sheets.

I don't have a printer.

What am I?

A genius with a printer?

What am I at Mr. Office Works?

You must be like one of the only people who lives with their parent but doesn't have access to a printer.

Oh, she has a printer.

I could have done it.

Okay.

I just got so used to not having a printer. The heroes of young, brave heroes of young,

destiny be done, these four freaks will become the heroes of young

The sands of hot and svet desert are very warm.

The sun beats down, harsh, rude, unfair. It's not just what the sun does. And I mean

that as in legally, it's not fair and just. It's not just what the sun. I'm getting off topic.

On the distance, we see a volcano smoldering, recently blown its top in the distance,

in another angle. I'd say about 90 degrees, there is a tall, tall mount, ice-capped, foggy,

can't quite see, but here it is calm. The sands, peaceful.

But a rumbling shoves one tiny rock and it falls.

Tumbling down, down, down. As we go below the surface, we find a massive cavern where a lot of hot dads are either dead or wishing they were.

For it is the fathering of one young minotaur gender not disclosed.

The mother looks on as their minotores have been killed.

They're fighting each other for the sake of father to this young one. In their sunbelt gongonger, the one that we want to win, maybe.

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