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// FINAL BATTLE: Braeburn 
// Story: Know your Mare 
// by overlord-flinx 
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...Go...

Braeburn looked around his new surroundings rather confused. "'Scuse me?"

Just go...

...I'm in an excellent humour today...

"Pardon, but, uh... I don't follow."

He bested his arch nemesis--

ONE of my arch nemeses...

ONE of his arch nemeses...

...He's feeling pretty giving...

"That so? Well... I'll just be--"

No no...

...Let's make a joke or two before you go...

Should've ran while you had the chance bumpkin...

"Reckon yer' right."

Braeburn...

...kicks babies in the jewels...

"What in-- What sort a' varmint does that?"

Braeburn...

...Called himself a varmint...

"But I don' kick youngins' in the junk!"

Braeburn...

...thinks the reproductive organ is junk...

"It's one of them blanket terms, ain't it?"

Probably because he never uses his...

"I--"

Now you know...

Braeburn...

"...Should'a ran when I had the chance..." Braeburn grumbled as he pulled his hat down over his eyes and exited the stage.