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Parvus Eques (Small Boat)

Haven't done an boat in awhile so here we go!

-) 15 Cylinder engine with 2860 Liters of fuel with a refill port on the port side of the deck.

-) Equipment around the boat to help assist. or service other vehicles or itself.

-) Very sporty and compact. 23 M/S top speed at 15 RPS. Measures 38 blocks in length. 13 in width (11 boat itself) 20 Height... Weighs at around 2261KG Dry. 5121KG Full with fuel

-) Code Name FPS-241

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Randomly Generated Story (Ignore this)
Annie Nolan was thinking about Molly Butterscotch again. Molly was a big boi dolphin with beautiful kracnk'lez and tall fatflaps.

Annie walked over to the window and reflected on her cold surroundings. She had always loved snowy arctic with its inquisitive, important igloos. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel calm.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a big boi figure of Molly Butterscotch.

Annie gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a their highbrows, thighlows, 7up drinker with fluffy kracnk'lez and pretty fatflaps. Her friends saw her as a pongy, proud paint. Once, she had even rescued a splendid chicken wings from a burning building.

But not even a their highbrows person who had once rescued a splendid chicken wings from a burning building, was prepared for what Molly had in store today.

The snow flurried like partying foxes, making Annie sleepy. Annie grabbed a hot dog wrapped around a pole sausage that had been strewn nearby; she massaged it with her fingers.

As Annie stepped outside and Molly came closer, she could see the doubtful glint in her eye.

"I am here because I want love," Molly bellowed, in a roundy boundy tone. She slammed her fist against Annie's chest, with the force of 6947 stormworks female model. "I frigging love you, Annie Nolan."

Annie looked back, even more sleepy and still fingering the hot dog wrapped around a pole sausage. "Molly, I float like a apple," she replied.

They looked at each other with cozy feelings, like two rainy, resonant rats bouncing at a very good campground, which had russian hardbass music playing in the background and two piston uncles sleeping to the beat.

Annie regarded Molly's beautiful kracnk'lez and tall fatflaps. She held out her hand. "Let's not fight," she whispered, gently.
"Hmph," pondered Molly.

"Please?" begged Annie with fish lizard eyes.

Molly looked relaxed, her body blushing like a purring, powerful piano.

Then Molly came inside for a nice drink of 7up and threw the cat on the kettle.
THE END