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| My life is worthless, and my existence has no meaning. I cannot cry, therefore I cannot sleep. | |
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| I think we should start a club in which we beat the crap out of each other, and encourage others to do the same. Of course, we can't talk about this club. | |
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| *POW* You *SMACK* are *CRASH* not *TWANG* your *BONK* car! *CRUNCH* | |
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| *SNAP* You *SLICE* are *GURGLE* not *SLAP* your *THWACK* house! *POP* | |
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| You *do* realise that I'm just a figment of your crazed imagination, and that everything that has happened has been done by *you*? *You* are Tyler Durden. | |
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| Hmm. The only logical way to deal with this unexpected situation is to shoot myself in the head. | |
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