a master of his craft, the 10th prestige must be fluent in 1337 speak and barely have their flesh burned by the oh so abusive sunlight, usually a basement dweller of abnormal proportions who lives on hot pockets and other microwavable delights
what the hell is that blob?
it's rob, he just reached 10th prestige
holy shit this guy went 49 and 2
relax he's a tenth, he doesn't know any better
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