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Tis but a remembrance of a battle fought long ago between two foes. The woodsman tribe known as The Taskalin quarreled with the monstrous beasts known as The Gorgalins. Not much is know as to what caused the feud, but 'ts been said that Gorgalins were on the verge of extinction from an unknown cause which led to hostility towards the woodsman and their increasing population. Day and night they fought, until one noble Taskalin discovered what had been causing the Gorgalins distress. Twas gingivitis. A growing disease in the gums that the Gorgalins could not fight on their own. Determined to help, the woodsman used his spear to help rid one Gorgalin's gums of plaque build up. As the battle raged on behind them, the woodsman and the thankful Gorgalin shared a moment together, and the prospect of understanding and peace seemed within their grasp. Yet sadly, before their words of hope could be heard, both we're fatally struck down by a barrage of poorly aimed airborne spears.
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You can pick your teeth, you can pick your enemies...but you can't pick your enemies' teeth...unless you have a spear $5
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