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| Ever since UPS delivered me you haven't said a word to me. Plants like conversation, you know. | |
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| The return address on the box you came in said "Bob." I HATE Bob and therefore, by extension, hate you. | |
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| Listen Seymour. I don't get to choose who buys me or gives me away for that matter. But if you don't feed me and love me, you will wish you had, I promise you. | |
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| You aren't real. You're just a filament of my imagination. And my name is NOT Seymour. | |
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