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After being banished from his home world on Draconis b for plotting a coup against the monosyllabic autocracy known only as “Shhh”, the Commandant (aka Pr/\gm/\tic) arrived on Earth delivering multis to cult leaders and sultry folk singers alike. I asked him for his thoughts on terrestrial rap and he replied, “Im just moonlighting In the ole factory and putting out gold, these simps get hit with a whiff of my shit and bitch that my punches are too on the nose.” I guess that pretty much sums up Pr/\gm/\tic - a witty, Stockholm syndrome inducing wordsmith, slapping us around with double entendres and puns, and leaving us begging for more. - Anonymous