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Mister Owens the character meets Mister Owens the author.
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| Hi, you must be ... the architect! | |
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| I wrote that line for you. It was expected, and understandably lame. | |
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| Well, then why do you continue to place me in these absurd situations? | |
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| You see, young padawan, you a merely an exaggeration of the absurdities that I am subjected to. So face it, as long as things suck for me, you're screwed. | |
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| Do you ever get down on your knees and thank God you know me and have access to my dementia? Without it, you wouldn't even exist. | |
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