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| Lo, this barbarous shaft has mortally pierced my cranium; my fated greymatter is rent asunder; my life's flame is snuffed like an unwished-upon birthday candle. | |
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| As surely as yon lengthy fairy tale closes with those fateful words, "The End," my life ... | |
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| Say hello to Mr. Hand Grenade, ass! | |
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| But I can't die; I'm a thespian! | |
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| ... and a blood-sucking freak. | |
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