They had preached and prodded "woe to the republic!", such as they chant and march and prod us towards the edge of the bridge decking, "republic, republic, republic!" and they say the heart of the republic is the colliseum sands and so on.
Bantha fodder, I says.
*I saw Aunt Sue at that wedding.
*ever been peppersprayed by a cousin?
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