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| Fyodor Mikhail ... I mean, MIGHTY RASKOLNIKOV! | |
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| Think of the endless frozen plains of Siberia! Think of the cold and hopeless winter nights in Moscow! You´re getting depressed beyond return! | |
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| What are you trying to do? | |
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| My powers of mighty melancholy don´t seem to work on you. | |
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| Look: I´m bald and I´m constantly getting my ass kicked by a guy in blue pantyhose and red knickers. How much more depressed could I get? | |
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