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| Excuse me young man, could you assist me in driving this nail into my skull? | |
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| The fuck is in it for me? | |
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| According to my lawyer..... nothing. Just the satisfaction you will derive from driving a spike into my tortured brain. | |
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| I have spontaneously turned into a squirrel. | |
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| The dillusions are coming back to me... I must end my tortured existance immediately! | |
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| You're a fucked up person... you know that right? | |
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