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There was mo' ta juice than raw strength, tha pimpin' muthafucka holla'd at his dirty ass yo. Dude could wield feats fo' twenty muthafuckin years dat left tha others pantin up in awe fo' realz. A hundred tasks flickered across his crazy-ass mind as he menstrually organized a plan. If Michaelz crew was ready, they would be tha straight-up original gangsta ta deploy up in response yo, but accordin ta Mike they weren't ready. Not ta grill a thugged-out demon like all dis bullshit. Mike his dirty ass certainly yo, but not these hustlaz of his. Their first prioritizzle was ta neutralize tha playa responsible. That meant a funky-ass briefin wit Captain Aleksandrov n' otherz of tha Collective.
"She saw a flaring halo around his head, radiant in gold and blue. It shouted of glory and power to come"
"No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it."