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Hurðaskellir

22/12/2019

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Hurðaskellir – AKA Door Slammer
Unlike the majority of his brothers, Hurðaskellir is not obsessed with food. I think Vlad and I have resided next door to this annoying fucker, he likes to slam doors in the middle of the night. Unfortunately I think we have also lived next door to a lad that liked to riddle his fire at 4 in the morning, we seem to attract nutjobs. Hurðaskellir quietly sneaks into darkened houses in the middle of the night before causing havoc by slamming all the doors. I will have to break his legs if he tries this in my house, I do not do well being woken in the early hours.
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