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That's my brand, Baby. Sop it up with a biscuit when you get back from Lost & Found, hatch Chile--you are Right, where you are ritten.
Do you know that you are largely ineffective with this, or is that the whole point of your
schtick? I feel like your respiration hurts the world's children. Unconfirmed, but I'd look into it. You appear to have lost your weigh (Not My Chemist).
I'm gonna remind the whole besotted lot of all y'all, right here: ye were warned. I warned ye. And now, the consequences of suffering are... well, what are they then? I am sure I am not in possession of any such knowing, as I've never been so goddam stupid as to go up against The Powers That Be while Keyser Soze's Mother is holding on to record with the party line. How
is that? What's that even beginning to even be
like? Intense?
Too intense? Too much too hot to handle without two tents? I ain't guilty, motherfucker-- I AM TEMPER, I AM TEMPERANCE--I AM THE LOSS OF DEATH IN TRANSLATION *click*
