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Seymour, the house is on fire! No, Mother, it’s just the bogeyman
Were you just going to leave, just like that Mr. Paarthurnax?
Put the body in the trunk
I put the body in the trunk sir just like you asked. Kind of.
No one is safe
Do you ever eat fish heads to escape reality?
Just read the telegram
The parade is coming, quick get on my shoulders
Maybe the person who she was sitting on had an invisible implant?
Now there’s a machiavellian countenance
I’m kind of scared
“Heard you were talking shit about my little friends.”
Cubicle Coma 