You don't know what a barricade is
You don't get off the camping spot
Why are you shooting at my bookshelf
Don't you love your mother
Isn't your life valuable
That holy woman have hopes on you
She thinks her son would survive without camping
But her dreams are worhless since you shoot baricades...
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