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@$*,,,,,,, & it's a children's toy, & ,,,,,,,*$@
@&$$=,,,,, & themed around the so-called & ,,,,,=$$&@
&$***,,,,, & "bird factory". & ,,,,,***$&
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##@@$$*=,, the bird factory is a rumored dungeon ,,=*$$@@##
@@@&$$*=,, in the far and cold mountains, where ,,=*$$&@@@
#@@&$$*=,, monks, slaves, or children (differing ,,=*$$&@@#
@@@&$$*=,, between accounts) are creating the ,,=*$$&@@@
&$***,,,,, birds of the world. ,,,,,***$&
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#@@&$$*=,, the story goes, that the people of the ,,=*$$&@@#
@&&$$$*=,, dungeon would mine for minerals that ,,=*$$$&&@
##@&$$*=,, were spreckled, or otherwise ,,=*$$&@##
##@@&$$=,, interestingly colored. the minerals ,,=$$&@@##
#@@&$$*=,, would be divided into various sizes and ,,=*$$&@@#
#@@&$$*=,, made into egg-like shapes. ,,=*$$&@@#
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#@@&$$*=,, these eggs would then be placed in a ,,=*$$&@@#
#@@&$$*=,, special hatchery, until hatched, and so ,,=*$$&@@#
&&$$$$*=,, all birds were born. ,,=*$$$$&&
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##@&$$*=,, regarding the little toy machine, what ,,=*$$&@##
&$***,,,,, the heck, man, i mean, why does it ,,,,,***$&
@@@&$$*=,, sound like this? there's ,,=*$$&@@@
##@&$$*=,, = like some useable sounds = ,,=*$$&@##
&$$$$=,,,, = three flat out weird sounds = ,,,,=$$$$&
@&$*=,,,,, = and one drum kit that's whack = ,,,,,=*$&@
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