To you we give Praise biaaatch! We is but maggots writhang up in tha filth of our own corruption! While you have ascended from tha dung of mortality, n' now strutt among tha stars muthafucka! But you was once man! Aye biaaatch! And as playa you holla'd, 'Let me show you tha juice of Talos, Stormcrown, born of tha North, where mah breath is long winter n' shit. I breathe now up in royalty n' reshape dis land which is mine. I do dis fo' you, Red Legions, fo' I gots a straight-up boner fo' yo thugged-out ass.' Aye, ludd biaaatch! Ludd biaaatch! Even as dude, pimped out Talos cherished us. For da perved-out muthafucka saw up in us, up in each of us, tha future of Skyrim! Da future of Tamriel! And there it is, playaz muthafucka! Da skanky truth! We is tha lil pimpz of man! Talos is tha legit god of man! Ascended from flesh, ta rule tha realm of spirit son! Da straight-up scam is inconceivable ta our Elven overlordz muthafucka! Sharin tha heavens wit us, biatch? With man, biatch? Ha! They can barely tolerate our presence on earth! Today, they take away yo' faith. But what tha fuck of tomorrow, biatch? What then, biatch? Do tha elves take yo' cribs, biatch? Yo crazy-ass bidnizzes, biatch? Yo crazy-ass children, biatch? Yo crazy-ass straight-up lives, biatch? And what tha fuck do tha Empire do, biatch? Nothing! Nay, worse than nothing! Da Imperial machine enforces tha will of tha Thalmor playa! Against its own playas biaaatch! So rise up! Rise up, lil pimpz of tha Empire biaaatch! Rise up, Stormcloaks muthafucka! Embrace tha word of mighty Talos, da thug whoz ass is both playa n' Divine biaaatch! For we is tha lil pimpz of man! And we shall inherit tha heavens n' earth! And we, not tha Elves or they toadies, will rule Skyrim! Forever! .. or sompthn
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