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Our guest watches me process humans at industrial capacities and gets impossibly paler. "Forrrr centurrries I fancied myself lorrrd of the night... Civilizations trrrembled at my name! But comparrred to you, I am naught but a pathetic mosquito. Shaaame upon my long bloodline of warriors! Shaaaame! He makes quite the ruckus. Then he disappears, distressed, in a cloud of fog. As a sign of professional courtesy, he left behind a chest with [tokenGain] old tokens inside

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