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| Now that Jimmy's back, my shot with Claire is probably ruined... | |
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| I can't ever let Jimmy know what happened with Paul. If he leaves me, who am I going to get to buy me things I don't even really want? | |
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| I knew I should've jacked his PS2! Now he's back from the dead, I missed my chance. I could be playing Vice City right now! | |
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| Life is shit. Even hell was better than this. Wondering if Claire and Paul.... THIS is hell. Waaaah, I want to go back! | |
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| With the real Jimmy Stick returned, my function is no longer important. Logically, then I must be inferior to the real Jimmy. And so, logically I must serve him. Jimmy Stick is my master! | |
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| *Sigh.* The great resurrections of all time ... Lazarus ... me ... Jimmy fuckin' Stick. Who the hell makes the decisions 'round here? | |
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