في احد يبي شي بس انا قلت له ما في احد في الجروب انا قلت له انا قلت لي ما في احد في الجروب уж больно я тебе говорю я тебе сейчас позвоню тебе so gud much yummy I mak it evry halloween
We were advancing toward the base of mount Algathorn; the light was dim. My men were hungry from battle. Behold! A crate of fairy bread. Look! A vat full of lard - discarded by a band of men who fled upon our arrival. Nearby, we found a mound of salt, fit to feed an army. And then, one of my generals reported to me he had found several hundred swine, freshly slaughtered, probably by a group of rebels. Their skin served nicely.
We mixed everything, for approximately 9 hours and 28 minutes. We then allowed it to cure for 12 hours and 30 minutes. By this time, my men were irate with hunger.
I then unsheathed my sword and began to slice, making approximately 5,000 sandwiches.
My men were satisfied. We went on to conquer Algathorn, and I am now their king. Thanks to these lard sandwiches.
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