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Joe has ventured far to the ancient city of R'lyeh, and woke the Dread Cthulu, invoking the great beings wrath.
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| Cthulu! B-b-but you're not real! | |
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| Correct Joe. However, despite the fact I'm not real, I am real. | |
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| So... You're saying that despite the fact you are real, you are not real... Which means you must be a hallucination generated by my mind! You can't hurt me, then! | |
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| Well.. Not exactly. More like I'm dead but not and only partially exist in reality, I can still hurt like, say, burning you into ash. | |
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| It is good to philosophize, but you must obey this world's rules to do so. Namely, not dying helps. | |
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