Worthless Son
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Worthless Son
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Worthless Son

When Worthless Son enters the battlefield, target player discards a card.
Even their clothes are stained with the fat-grease
from the sacrifices they eat. They lounge in the
shade, picking at their teeth-and their smirks
are clear as day.

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