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Texty: Final Fight. Frontrunner.

We're number one! We won the fucking race, now you follow behind us now you follow at our pace, and we won't ever stop until everyone is just like us. Feel our freedom. Feel our terror. This is criminal. There's nothing left to fear. Every truth becomes a lie. Every leader gives us fool's gold. I will never trust another man. All these doors... are closed