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| Yay, more chicanery. Who are you supposed to be? | |
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| I, dear patron conscience, am supposed to be your confidence and assertiveness. | |
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| Finally somebody positive for once. | |
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| It's been a most difficult task trying to convince you that you're not the scum of the earth, sir. | |
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| Yes, I have managed to upgrade your status of self-worth from 'scum of the earth' to 'crusty remains of month old rancid milk'. Now if you'll excuse me, I'll go kill myself now. | |
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