Yep. I got the last thing I needed from TDB, 4th Horseman. I have everything up to that point and a few HoW things. Now I'm done.
No more $ for you, Mr Bungle. Want to define me as a player? Fine. Here:
"Fuhk rap. You can have it back."
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Now a days everybody wanna talk like they got something to say, but nothing comes out when they move their lips, just a bunch a jibberish and muthafukas act like we don't need vault space ;)
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All them little guardians... Who you think helped mold 'em all Now you wanna run around and talk about guns Like I ain't got none What you think I scrapped 'em all?
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Cause I stay at the Templars well popping Fatebringer off. Now all I get is hate mail saying Mal fell off, what cause I been in the tower with a pen and pad trying to sort out my vault. I ain't having that. This is the millennium of the collapse. It ain't gonna be nothing after that. So just give me one crux and -blam!- Crota, Oryx, you can have him back. So where's all the mad guardians at? It ain't no vault it's a fuking handbag but all you savage cats feelin I was too strapped with guns when you was cuddling your very first one.