Probability | Text |
70% | Drop in the drop, no play with no guy, that piece ain't my defense | ▶️ |
72% | In when I'm in when I'm a guy | ▶️ |
75% | This is my last war on the continent. I want to be expected to engage this special program if you failed to receive the code from me at this time. I want to see mine in prison. Okay. I want my aidless, active, ready-looking war with the other guy. I'm a machine after the clone. The machine has worthy effect, yes, these worlds exist. The wolf has to rise and off, and your sight is still down. You see? You're welcome. | ▶️ |
75% | I've been chasing this guy ever since I joined the force. He has no conscience in me. He shows no remorse. The mastermind behind numerous bombings and political assassinations. He's a villain he lived a mile long, murdered, arson, kidnapping, terrorism, you name it. He's the most dangerous and brilliant criminal in my mind I've ever known. For years I've been watching him, tracking him, studying his every move. I know his every mannerism, facial-ticked gesture. I know him better than he knows himself. And now after all this time, I finally figured out a way to trap him. I will become him. | ▶️ |
78% | By drink, fork-descent make alcohol. The insectative de-lick-de-tack destroyage alcohol as it colorless, but apparently transformed by the salamatase of sugars, and also makes its insecticide insecticide from carbon-based lifeforms. These hitch-wrackers drive to the galaxy also in the state of power. It sells with a disk-dinked existence as it can direct a double-blaster. In fact, the fridge is not. Having a brain-snitch-dinked response of the nyc-lank-lank-a-lars go rich. The guy also tells you on which planets the disk can detect a double-dice of the nicks, how much it expects the pebble on, and what kind of damage it is it is to help you rehabilitate. | ▶️ |