#299 - THE YEARS I WAS FIGHTING NEXT TO MEAN GUIZMO
THE YEARS I WAS FIGHTING NEXT TO MEAN GUIZMO.
1) - Jonas! Those scoundrels broke my sword!
2) - Oh, my Lord, I'll sacrifice for you... Take mine...
4) Next morning...
- Dear Jonas...
- His last wish to me, was to take his sword and his two gold teeth...
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