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"But BROTHER" pleaded the second pig as a third witch went screaming through the air, cast out of the atmosphere after unwisely trying to drop a tornado carrying a legally binding affidavit on me, "by the same token is it not IMMORAL to hoard all the oats? Is not fraternal generosity a better virtue than ANY amount of hoarded oats?"
"DO NOT attempt to manipulate me through familial ties, BROTHER!" exclaimed the first pig as the Horned King himself strode forth to deal with me. "I am self-made, independent, an entrepreneur rewarded justly for my girth and virtues! How can you STAND to live parasitically, profiting off the labour and prosperity of others, brother? Unless, of course. You ARE no true brother of mine! What sentimental prattle will you concoct next BROTHER, just to steal my oats? Go on, then! I cast thee out, as Jesus cast out Legion amongst swine who doubtless coveted the oats of his disciples!"
"No, brother! Don't abandon me to my oatless existence!" pleaded the second pig as I finished corrupting the Black Cauldron to serve me-gaining control over all the undead at once. "The desolation, the waste land beyond where our Tall Skinny Gods dwell, it is not to be borne! I will NOT survive brother, and if you can live with that on your conscience, than you are crueller than death itself! For a life with no oats is no life at all-"
"What are you guys talking about?" asked Hen Wen suddenly, trotting up to the sty. "Oats" both of my pigs announced, right as I called down an orbital satellite energy beam on the Horned King while laser drones chased the witches off beyond the hills. "No, I mean-what was that about Tall Skinny Gods?" she asked. "Well, they bring us oats and sometimes they change the colour of their skins so they're clearly powerful and all-knowing beyond our ken" explained both pigs.
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"But BROTHER" pleaded the second pig as a third witch went screaming through the air, cast out of the atmosphere after unwisely trying to drop a tornado carrying a legally binding affidavit on me, "by the same token is it not IMMORAL to hoard all the oats? Is not fraternal generosity a better virtue than ANY amount of hoarded oats?"
"DO NOT attempt to manipulate me through familial ties, BROTHER!" exclaimed the first pig as the Horned King himself strode forth to deal with me. "I am self-made, independent, an entrepreneur rewarded justly for my girth and virtues! How can you STAND to live parasitically, profiting off the labour and prosperity of others, brother? Unless, of course. You ARE no true brother of mine! What sentimental prattle will you concoct next BROTHER, just to steal my oats? Go on, then! I cast thee out, as Jesus cast out Legion amongst swine who doubtless coveted the oats of his disciples!"
"No, brother! Don't abandon me to my oatless existence!" pleaded the second pig as I finished corrupting the Black Cauldron to serve me-gaining control over all the undead at once. "The desolation, the waste land beyond where our Tall Skinny Gods dwell, it is not to be borne! I will NOT survive brother, and if you can live with that on your conscience, than you are crueller than death itself! For a life with no oats is no life at all-"
"What are you guys talking about?" asked Hen Wen suddenly, trotting up to the sty. "Oats" both of my pigs announced, right as I called down an orbital satellite energy beam on the Horned King while laser drones chased the witches off beyond the hills. "No, I mean-what was that about Tall Skinny Gods?" she asked. "Well, they bring us oats and sometimes they change the colour of their skins so they're clearly powerful and all-knowing beyond our ken" explained both pigs.
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