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Alexander Aries · **08-22-2015, 03:15 PM**

"....."

Aries pulls a handkerchief from his pocket and calmly wipes his shades.

"You know-" hanging shades in his pocket. "-you obviously have no idea of who you are dealing with."

His accent is a cross between welsh and Canadian. Definitely not a redneck. He turns sideways, facing Griffin.

"Say what you want, because at the end of the day you know that I'm better than you. Just like I am better than all of these morons out here. Ya see, Griffin, your problem has nothing to do with being inbred. Oh no. It's more than likely that your crackhead mother smoked while she was pregnant with you. Or...maybe she stayed clean while she was pregnant with you. After all, prostitutes fuck for money and you need money to buy crack. I wouldn't know. Anyway who'd want to fuck a greasy, skanky, pregnant whore? Guess what I'm saying is...you were born the moronic son of a skanky crack whore. Which is why you don't realize that you've already lost before we even have a match."

Aries pantomimes Griffin turning around and walking away.

"Walk on home, boy."

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