I just don't understand...

Eh, whatever.

Really though, there is no reason to be afraid of Candlejack. He's actually a pretty nice guy once you get to know him. I remember once when we went to this mansion going past some skyscraper, and there were 2 trolls in the entrance. 2 OF THEM! It was so funny! But we luckily got past them and then proceeded into the back of the mansion. There was a secret path in one of the airducts that led to a secret underground maze. This maze was XBOX HUEG. Srsly. Anyway, when we got out of it, we ended up in the middle of some forest. There was another mansion to the northeast. We went northwest instead, ending up going into a deep part of the forest where some bad guys were around. We fought them, and one of them gave us a copy of windows vista and a really rugged computer if we promised not to kill him. We accepted, then went out to the entrance of the forest to the northwest. Apparently, we arrived in a huge desert, and there were power lines to the left and right of us. It was really dark, and we didn't have flashlights. Anyway, we tried to keep going, and for some reason, the end of the road went right back to the skyscraper we started in. I was like "Wow, that's pretty strange, isn't it? How can all of these types of environments exist together when we're in the middle of Swe
 
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To begin, this is a tale of how my very existence was twisted and transformed in a most peculiar way. Please have a seat, for I wish to take a moment to relate to you the fascinating odyssey which ultimately led to my reign as the Prince of Bel-Air. I was sired and reared in West Philadelphia. As a lad, most of my time was spent at the neighborhood recreation center where I would laze about and relax in a most charming manner - that is, when I was not engaging my chums in a friendly game of basketball at the schoolhouse. Around this time, two young hooligans had begun to stage a campaign of vandalism and intimidation in my neighborhood. When my mother discovered I had had a bit of an altercation with the ruffians, she insisted I leave town at once and take up lodgings with my aunt and uncle in Bel-Air. As the taxi approached, heeding my beckoning whistle, I could discern the word "FRESH" emblazoned upon its license plate, and took particular note of the pair of plush novelty dice which hung from the rear-view mirror. I was a bit taken aback by these strange omens, but quickly put them out of my mind as I cheerfully called to the driver: "To Bel-Air, my good man!" We arrived safely in Bel-Air at dusk, and as the driver came to a stop in front of the house where I was to live, I left him with the words: "Farewell, sir. Perhaps my nostrils shall delight in your aroma once more!" To be sure, it was a long journey, and as I gazed upon my estate in all its splendor, I knew once and for all that my rightful place was on the throne - as the young scion of the great and mighty kingdom of Bel-Air!
 
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