did you think it was funny? blowing up those two towers? forcing us into forever wars where not even the dead can die with honour, peace or dignity? setting fire to hawaii, burning my little one to a cinder as she begged and screamed to escape her home? starting wars near my borders? blowing up the un? abusing my citizenry and their children? calling us goy? what you do unto my little ones, you do unto me. for this, you will call me butcher, and then, nothing at all. you have many slaves. countless sheep. a few wizards. i have warriors. thousands of them. hundreds of thousands. a simple edict across the land. "those who do not bow down, cut down."
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