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There's nothing like the feeling of slamming a long ripe banana into a well greased chamber...
[Ocelot sat on top of a mountain of fresh bananas, right in the center of one of the Nexus' halls.]

[Ocelot sat on top of a mountain of fresh bananas, right in the center of one of the Nexus' halls.]
