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Bourgogne, France
Bart.
He attacked me on sight this time. Gnashing teeth that ripped cleanly through my jorts. I could barely utter the pacifying phrase before he was upon me. "Banjarted Bjarted Rart!". He recoiled and his flesh bubbled, giving me time to arm the security systems once again, the pistol launchers set to repeatedly nuke him over and over to keep him from growing in strength.
But all I'm doing is buying myself time. The anti bart pistols launched from the apparatus will soon no longer effect him and I pray that mankind is in the stars before that day comes.
You got that big fame, homie, and you just changed on me"
You can ask big homie, man, the top so lonely