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Ronnie Kwok:

Did you read this page? Eric:
Um... why? Ronnie Kwok:
Did you read it? Joe:
Yes, yes! Holy fuck, yes! We read it, and it scared that crazy chick back to hell, or wherever the fuck she came from. And if that doesn't give me level twenty seven I don't know what will Kwoks so why don't you pony up. Ronnie Kwok:
No, no no no. Ok, it all makes sense. Joe:
It makes no sense, it's gibberish. Ronnie Kwok:
It makes sense! It makes sense that you speak enochian! Eric:
Enochian, what? You made that up. Ronnie Kwok:
This is the sigalomaimith. It is the only one of it's kind. It was handwritten in the sixteenth century by the mystic John Dee and it has been lost for generations. Eric:
Uh bullshit. It came from the internet, not the sixteenth century. If you're trying to get out of admitting how awesome I am... Ronnie Kwok:
John Dee was trying to summon angels, but evil travels under it's own power he actually summoned demons, and the demons forged this book! Joe:
What are you saying Kwok? Ronnie Kwok:
Dee tried to destroy it, but he couldn't, so he sealed it and he hid it deep underneath his manner estate, and it has been lost for generations. But here it is, in your incapable hands, and you summoned a succubus from hell! And then this last passage that you just read, the herald of Abominog. And in the language, "Lay the name of the hell lord Abominog, and I hath spoken the name, and hell hath raineth down!" You didn't injure it you ignorant fuck, you transformed it! Eric:
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