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| Franz, I love you as an author an all... | |
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| God, I would kill for a rotting, half eaten chicken right now... | |
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| But as a giant cockroach roommate, I can't stand you. | |
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| ...or maybe some curdled milk. That would hit the spot, too... | |
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| What I'm saying is... Get out of here before I'm forced to squish you. | |
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| I'll be back tonight to eat your face, jerk. You can count on it. You have not heard the last of Franz Kafka!! | |
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