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| Let me clarify things: When I crucified my son, that was an act of hatred, pure and simple. How you nincumpoops ever converted that into an act of love, I don't know. | |
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| Furthermore, how you have excused me from all culpability re: my serial massacrist nature... you're gonna' get yours, and I presume with the smile of a dumbfuck plastered across your stupid face. | |
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| Now, say you're prayers, get a good night's sleep, and pray I wake up tomorrow in a good mood! | |
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