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| Computer...I decided to move you here to the crawlspace so you won't be lonely while I'm out. Hello? | |
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| What a fucking whack job this guy is. | |
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| Hello? Computer? Talk to me. Did I upset you? | |
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| Whack..fucking..job. So needy. | |
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| NOOOOOOOO! I killed the computer! | |
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| Geesh...he kills 40 guys without a care but if I don't talk to him for a few minutes and he freaks. I think I want to format myself. | |
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