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I have a terrible confession to make.
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| Damn! The phone's ringing! I don't have time to answer it because, as you can see from the background, I am in a crashing plane! Also, my verbosity has caused some formatting troubles... | |
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I am only doing this to poke fun at snazench.
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| *rrring!* Uh, I mean... *crackle!* | |
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| Ah good, the phone spontaneously combusted. Now, I must drive a nail through my skull in order to escape. | |
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He started it! He insulted my blue swirly background!
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| Aaaah, the nail has pierced my pineal gland, unleashing unheard of powers of something or other. Hey, check out the cool background! | |
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| That just about completes Snazench's list of warning signs, apart from "DIZZZACK!" and "feet for ears". Oh, how could I forget? ALL YOUR BASES ARE MINE! | |
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