if i were nullus i'd be pissed too when my chud son can't kill the revolution leader correctly and now his soul, the one thing your family can control, rolled behind the couch. or make a celestial out of the 240-months old ingredients son because you decided to wing the recipe. or even eliminate weakest sundered house after already preventing their reinforcements and ambushed them with no warning. the coolest thing your son did was palm someone's skull like a basketball and still failed.
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