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Ya see, here's the thing... we had it all set to go, me an' the boys, and so we sent it over to the Kwickee Printerz here in the Netherworld to run off some copies. Unfortuitously, as the master copy was bein' loaded into the color copier, the place was hit by mortar fire from some Bobos. Plate glass, loose leaf binders, and green ink cartridges went flyin'. When we climbed outa' the Kwickee wreckage, we were met by a gaggle of salivating Abominations armed with multiphase inducers and paper shredders. Before we could grab the master copy and make our escape, the bastards had mangled half the Gorilla Warfare manual into confetti. So we had to set about re-writin' the thing, which as you know ain't the easiest thing to do when yer cybernetic orangutan fingers are so much bigger than the average keyboard keys, eh? But as they say, patience is a virtue. [Or so I've heard. My personal philosophy is that blind screaming violent carnage gets me what I want, too.]
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