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And now, a public service . . .
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| In twenty seconds I will start a comic that will decry the appropriation of other people's works to make some dumbass joke. | |
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| Hurm. And he'll be a hypocrite for doing it. | |
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| Yeah, I mean, how many times is this fucking hack gonna re-order his "fucks," "shits," and other colourful adjectives into some lame three-panel joke? | |
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| Hurm. Kovacs does not know. Rorshach does not now. . .10:21 a.m. Dead dog on road . . . | |
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| Hey, knock that fucking shit off, Inkblot boy. You did NOT see a dead dog this morning. . .you at my house eating all my shit up and never getting off the phone till 5 a.m. | |
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| Hurm. Is true. Ran dead dog over with own car. | |
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