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Me with my inner Kung Fu master. The one who teaches me right from wrong and says that I would be really awesome if I could do some sort of flying kick.
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| What should I do, Master? College has me feeling so hostile. The other day I had a 5-minute, between-classes fantasy of pushing a girl down the steps. | |
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| You must learn patience and inner calm, child. Do not let the idiocies of others mar your inner sanctuary with aggression. | |
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| But wait, aren't you the personification of my inner sanctuary? My superego? | |
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| Yes, and I can tell you first hand that you're letting too much aggression through. Remember that crazy dream you had last night? That was me kicking your Id's ass. | |
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| That was a sweet flying kick you landed on her. | |
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