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| Perhaps our lyriclines of "My chest, it is made from Leather!" inspires the Bryy to cradle the David at this pelvic height. It was moments after this photography that Gyy joined Bryy's position of advantage to slap the David across his chestspan. And win? We did. |
| It is configured, then, that Bryy follows the wandering Gyy into preparing the reverberating microphones for a LeatherChest? A fantasy. (The organizer of this Fight, the David, pictured right) |
| Wandering away from the wrestle, it is Gyy who is pictured here, almost hulking amidst the record store. Where is he going? |
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| A meelee ensues. Bryy grapples towards Gyy. The broadcaster is almost in a smashing here. Robes are gathered within fists. There are many who witness this, and enjoyment? |
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| In this environment, we performed our renegade Fight for the assembled as our second occasion to display our action in the home grounds of the Ronald! |
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| And at once, the boys are rushing in to the unexpecting crowd, and hoisting a portable music broadcaster to the ceiling, perhaps to amplify the PowerFinger? |
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| We see Gyy fashioning electrical tape from his faceshield. What is this for? In a moment, Bryy's own shield snapped back from his Fight during an unprecedented performance of 'Pelvis' - prescient! |
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| And as such, with repairs complete, the last straining of 'Pelvis' was fashioned into a lengthwise construct of twinned Fighters, with Gyy flexing in a horizon line with Bryy inspecting the interior folds. A primal Danish fightmove towards Lowell! |
| It is Bryy who realizes first that the time had come to journey, away from it. There was a motion, a stopping of musics, a packing and running away. It was glorious. |
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