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| Something compels me always...always to slaughter the innocent. To take neighborhood cats, drink their blood, and use their tiny skulls as tea cups... | |
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| And the moments of clarity are so few and far-between...and the voice won't stop...only when I satiate by bloodlust does the undying chattering END! | |
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| ...must commit atrocitites...must buy Cheese Nips... | |
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| ...yes, not Cheez-Itz, like last time, you repellent oaf...heh heh heh... | |
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