I ask that Pandora be hanged on a pine tree.
Alright, I won't hold back either; I'll kill Pandora in the most merciful way... *calls a servant and starts whispering; words like "...asphalt paver...", "...House 2...", "bearded crab..." slip into the conversation; finally, the servant leaves, and Lizarde rubs his hands together contentedly.*
So, execute Pandora! Sorry... :smile43:

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