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Anyone who fucks with the Geats? Bro, they have to fuck with me.
If warfare revokes my pass to Earth’s kingdom, just send this mail-shirt made by Weland— willed to me by my grandfather Hrethel—to Hygelac. Horrors happen, I’m grown, I know it. Bro, Fate can fuck you up.”
Meanwhile, Beowulf gave zero shits.

