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Vegematta posesses a mighty larynx and a golden voice. For the last 500 years it has continuously bellowed the following statement; "The drum-machines of death play a sweet, sweet rhythm, but your hairstyle is a flag by which I judge you". Organic dust blows from its protuberences when the time is right. Vegematta has a no-smoking policy.
Radiation trace: Sixteen
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