B.A.T
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- Votos 2
- Capítulos 2
I'm not a hero but I do save people. But then in order for me to save people I must kill people. Don't worry, I only kill bad people. Oh yeah, and people who like to fuck with my head. For example, that fucking idiot B.F.A. That's not his real name, I just call him that because he really is a "BIG FUCKING ASSHOLE." Let me tell you about how this dumb ass tries to mess with me and I kicked his ass and hanged his butt cheeks on a pole.
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