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Question: Note to self: Stop throwing gas pellets underneath myself.
People are talking. Lots of people. |
Hawkwoman:
I won't let you harm my child. He is to be the next Hawkman. Dark Lord: No way in hell am I going to let there be another Hawkman! |
Prison hug time. |
