*after an hour of self-motivational talking* No. You know what? I got 57 tinder-cylinders. I got this. I can do this. I’ll just light all the torches on the way. Yeah, winning plan. Nothing can go wrong.
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W-wait. What?
No..
NO.
NNOOOOO!
THOSE JEKRS TOOK THEM. THEY TOOK THE TORCHES!
