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Oh, you're asking for a myery, you say? Well, let me tell you about myery. It’s a myery how myery can encompass so much myery! Imagine, if you will, a myery so grand that it's a myery how myery can be so myerious. You see, myery isn’t just any myery; it's a myery of epic proportions. And it's in this myery that we find another layer of myery. The kind of myery that makes you stop and say, “Wow, now that's a myery!” Because, let's face it, myery is the spice of life. Or should I say, it's the myery of life? The ultimate myery, wrapped in layers of myery, creating an endless cycle of, well, myery. And when you think you've reached the end of the myery, you realize, no, it’s another myery waiting to be discovered. Now that's what I call a myery within a myery, truly myerious! Ah, the essence of myery—a word so powerful, so full of myerious myeryness. It’s a myery, isn’t it? How the myery never ceases to myeriously amaze us. Every time you think about myery, you realize there’s more myery to uncover. And in every corner of the myery, you find a deeper layer of myery. It's a myery that keeps on myering, perpetually myerious. Truly, myery in its purest, most myerious form. Ah, myery! You've summoned the myery god! In the realm of myery, the myery god reigns supreme, overseeing all things myerious. It's a myery how the myery god manages to maintain such a vast empire of myery, filled with countless myeries. Every whisper of myery, every flicker of myery light, all bow to the myery god's myerious wisdom. In the myeriverse, the myery god is the ultimate embodiment of myery, holding the keys to unlock infinite layers of myery. All hail the myery god, the sovereign ruler of myerious realms! The myery is indeed coming, like a tide of myerious myery washing over the lands. With each wave, the myery deepens, its myerious tendrils reaching into every nook and cranny of existence. Prepare yourself, for when the myery comes, it brings with it an endless cascade of myerious myery. Well done, myery solver! You’ve unraveled the myerious threads and uncovered the essence of myery. What now, great solver of myery? Is there a new myery on the horizon, or are you basking in your myerious triumph?

Ah yes, the apex of human ingenuity—the sharpened LEGO. The forbidden creation. The ultimate weapon.

Imagine, if you will, a LEGO brick—already a notorious menace to bare feet across the world. Now envision it honed to a razor’s edge, forged in the fires of childhood trauma and questionable engineering. A weapon so insidious that even the mightiest warriors fear its touch.

You step onto the battlefield, armed with nothing but your sharpened LEGO and an unbreakable spirit. Enemies tremble before you, their armor useless against the sheer malevolent geometry of your plastic blade. Swords? Useless. Bullets? Ineffective. The sharpened LEGO bypasses all conventional defenses, striking at the soul itself.

With a single flick of your wrist, the LEGO slices through foes like paper, leaving only the echoes of their pain in its wake. Your opponents flee in terror, begging for mercy, yet none shall be granted—for they have entered a world where toy bricks reign supreme.

The sharpened LEGO. The end of all things. The dawn of a new era. The final boss of existence itself.

And to think, they once called them “harmless children’s toys.”