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One morning, Gregor Samsa awoke...
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| Eat my OVA, you meth-encrusted slab of poo!!! | |
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| I am strangely unable to move. My best bet is to digest the sheet of acid hidden up my thorax and impregnate his mouth with my brood during an artificially stimulated OBE. | |
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| Wonder if that cop noticed my eyes. | |
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