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| Oh Kai. I thought sex with strange zapping men with paper bags over their heads was going to fill the emptiness that is my soul without you my love, but I was wrong. | |
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| That's nice. Hypothetically speaking, of course, seeing as the dead do not have opinions of what is nice and what is not. | |
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| I kinda don't have a penis. Or a desire to get it up. Not that you aren't pretty. | |
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| What are you saying, Kai? | |
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| What all the minority audience has suspected. I'm gay. And, uh, dead. Gay and dead. | |
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