Blood dripped from Falcon’s
legs as he stumbled out of the burning building with Brutus, his brother, his
life. As they stumbled out, Brutus pushed Falcon to the side and pulled out a
pistol and pointed it at Falcon.
“Et tu Brute?”, asked Falcon and laughed his way to the next world.
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These words might be made
up by Shakespeare but the true meaning behind them is more than enough to move
the ground from underneath your feet. Seriously... not fucking with you :)
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