A chance encouter in Orlando.
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| Hey! You're one of those corporate puppet, pseudo-artists who make millions of dollars peddling music that you didn't write, but yet you gain critical acclaim for ! Wow! | |
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| *pfft* Get lost you creep. How did you get into our compound anyway? | |
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| I gargled testicles and spit shined anuses. | |
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