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| Well, here we are on this desert island, imaginary friend. | |
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| You know, I always wondered what would happen if I tried to take a bite into you. I am a tad famished. | |
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| You do realize I'm a figment of your imagination. You made me up to cope with your parents locking you in a basement for your entire childhood. | |
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| So, does that mean you taste good or bad? | |
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