This is a Rooster Teeth production.

Good afternoon, all you arched through its tree stride into the stinky dragon knockback

our latest nightcap, born to be wild shape.

It's a mixture of mask curacao wounds, entangled tequila, animal message gin topped with

ferrifier framboi, framboi, framboa.

It's a mixture of mask curacao wounds, entangled tequila, animal message gin topped with ferrifier

framboa.

One bottle of this beastly booze, you'll hear nature calling sooner than you think.

It was one of those words I had to say multiple times to get it right, like I knew what I needed

to say in my mouth.

That's how you know you get it right.

Previously, our adventure was caught up with Bart's decrepit dads.

Next they traveled to an anarchs field ur bloom and detoured to embryo quads, but they encountered

more anarchs fighting fairly fairy-like locals.

They matched to fend them off with the help from an old infinitak wings, bring over a

bat and let's bounce back into our fragrant, fay fay ball.

A horde of anarchs emerges from a tunnel to the north and charges towards you all.

Boom, boom, boom, boom.

Out from the tree tops, keeps a hulking punch back, wielding a tree trunk hammer and a glistening

goblet.

The towering clossest lands on the ground with a boom, quaking the earth beneath you and

wham!

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