Ah, my beloved Lancelot. Somehow, I knew that it would reach the final.
Now soft, old friend. Not mourn his King ... his old friend. Attoned for, is in my eyes and the eyes of the Lord, and today you made on my legacy to be. It is a tear? No, Lancelot, without tears they shed this day. For four of the seven games before losing in the table of kicker Excalibur my son Modred, and now I get revenge.
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