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| So, you're my Indian spirit guide, huh? | |
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| No, you dumb sack of shit! I'm the massive hallucination resulting for the three pounds of peyote buttons you just ate, dickwad. | |
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| Hallucination? No! This is supposed to be a dream quest! That Indian guy on the discovery channel told me! | |
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| Listen, you fucking retard: THIS IS NOT A DREAM QUEST! This is the end result of massive amounts of hallucinagenic toxins ravaging your already-meager brain cells!! | |
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| Say, aren't we supposed to dance around a bonfire like that Jim Morrison guy? | |
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| And to think, I'm stuck with you until this shit wears off. . .or until you try to stab the spiders on your face with an icepick. | |
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