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That smile of Eilas' was creepy as a muthafucka. Jaxen had his own slippery smile dat da thug whipped up at opportune moments yo, but Elias's pearly whites was figuratively tinged red wit tha taste of blood. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I be fly as a gangbangin' falcon, soarin all up in tha sky dawwwwg! Other than that, n' havin zero clue bout how tha fuck ta rap ta dem hoes, if Elias straight-up did what tha fuck Sierra boasted, da thug was one of mah thugs ta stay on they phat side. Jaxen recalled tha sense of juice dat reared its skanky, yet sublime, head back all up in tha river n' shit. Tarin holla'd they would keep gettin stronger until they simply stopped one day. It make me wanna hollar playa! Jaxen hoped Elias had reached dat point, cuz if not, da perved-out muthafucka shuddered ta imagine how tha fuck much mo' ominious they powers would grow.

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There was mo' ta juice than raw strength, tha pimpin' muthafucka holla'd at his dirty ass yo. Dude could wield feats fo' twenty muthafuckin years dat left tha others pantin up in awe fo' realz. A hundred tasks flickered across his crazy-ass mind as he menstrually organized a plan. If Michaelz crew was ready, they would be tha straight-up original gangsta ta deploy up in response yo, but accordin ta Mike they weren't ready. Not ta grill a thugged-out demon like all dis bullshit. Mike his dirty ass certainly yo, but not these hustlaz of his. Their first prioritizzle was ta neutralize tha playa responsible. That meant a funky-ass briefin wit Captain Aleksandrov n' otherz of tha Collective.