The sun brands a square into the rug. Archer shouts. —This is the pit of fire for the enemy!
The plane Archer’s holding soars over the burning square, axolotl at the helm. —Wuuuurrrrrrraaaaooowwww!
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The sun brands a square into the rug. Archer shouts. —This is the pit of fire for the enemy!
The plane Archer’s holding soars over the burning square, axolotl at the helm. —Wuuuurrrrrrraaaaooowwww!
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