Larry stood there on top of a tall bamboo, his gaze shadowed by the dark clouds that were in the sky, his expression darkened. he didn't like when it rained. he could smell the rainy air from here. he placed his hand over his coat pocket protecting the fire charges that were inside. he just got done looting a ruined nether portal, his enchanted golden boots were on his feet with a gleam coming off of it. he spoke in a low tone. "i hate when it rains. i hate getting wet".
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