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Once again disenfrachised by life, Phallishead dies and confronts God the Shapeshifter...
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| Why is life full of working for a nonexistant reward? | |
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| Sorry, wrong guy, I'm merely the robot from Alpha Centuri that ended up killing Stalin. | |
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And tries to find him....
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| Why is life full of working for a nonexistant reward? | |
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| Don't fuck with me, I'm looking for that damn bear that doesn't wear pants. | |
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Until Finally.....NOTHING.
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| Why is life full of working for a nonexistant reward? | |
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| So I can gore you then snorty our powdery body much like cocaine. | |
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