It shall be I who sits upon the Iron Throne, and surely then thrust a mighty turd into the thorny, heaving sea. We'll not slump gently into the gilded fray, but shall rage, rage, against the machine, ever-assured of victory's gilded leash. Starbucks; 11:30 sharp!
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