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Yahoo! Here I am, I'm the funky
moldman. I rock your world and I kiss your girls. Make way for the lean,
green killing machine! Badda-bing badda-boom badda-bam, you pull my weeds,
I scratch your back. Oh wait, I can't talk. Hmmm. You must be reading my
mind then! Either that or you understand the plantwhisper sign language.
But plantwhisper can't express all this shit, especially onomatopoeia.
Whatever. Hey, I have a sword! Ka-tang, ka-tink. Die foul fire minion,
taste my wrath! Ha, you're dead. Ooooh, shiny jewels. Gotta go!
That was a foray into the endlessly hyperactive mind of Streak, moldman rogue extraordinaire. Streak finds himself in the employ of the Red Hand like his father before him. He is fresh out of training camp and has been assigned to a group of Red Hand miscreants. Streak has a fondness for all things vegtable and an intense hate for all Lawmakers for what they did to his father (he was caught "providing" for the family). But be not fooled by Streak's outwardly innocent appearance for he is one evil moldman (I wouldn't trust Streak with a baby, he'll try to squeeze its cuteness out with a nutcracker).
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