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s liquide. Nos trois comparses ont bataillé vigoureusement dans l'espoir de s'en extirper. Heureusement, les vrombissements de la basse de Rocky, les lames distordues de Peaky et les coups de caisse de Lucky ont permis que se tracent un raz-de-marée des tréfonds de l'océan désertique de Sagra pour les envoyer valdinguer jusqu'à une planète lointaine. Là, il décidèrent de ramasser le peu d'énergie qui leur restait pour se booster mutuellement. Il allait doucement reprendre des forces. Ils espèrent un jour retourner voguer sur l'huile d'olive extra vierge de leur planète tant aimée.

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Lucky, Rocky and Peaky had to flee their beloved planet, the swampy Sagra. Drenched in oil, she saw herself slowly and completely awash in the aftermath of the terrible loss of reason of their ancestral deity, the Velvety Chassis. This ancestral and mobile being offered to the surface soaked in oleaginous matter the care of circulating within it this soft but intense fluid. Slowly assailed by an oxidized invader, it creaked, no longer holding the thick liquid. Our three companions had to fight hard to be able to get out of it. Luckily, Rocky's punchy bass, Peaky's twisting blades, and drumbeats sent a tidal wave from the depths of Sagra's desert ocean to send them hurtling toward a distant planet. . There, they decided to gather the little energy they had left to boost each other. He would slowly regain his strength and sail on the extra virgin olive oil of their dear planet.