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Hear me, ye with heart.
I am the thunder that shall be your death.

I like sunshine, paella and your hands off my man. I think that's Latino life?

"He got kidnapped by the damn Express and they're not giving him a single day off!!!!"

Tonight, my many personalities will join hands and doxx you.

Sunday is in jail ... with no visitor privileges...

my wife actually left me.

You're worried about failing. But. That's how everyone becomes stronger.
That's how the best get to be that way. So failure is nothing to be embarrassed about.

Today, I'm going to teach you how to make a pipe bomb.

I do not exist. Think of me as a simple echo originating from your memories.

Kill everyone now! Condone first degree murder! Advocate cannibalism! Eat shit! Filth is my politics! Filth is my life!

My body is a machine that turns cheese into shit.

The piss tank on the ISS is now 58% full.

( How the tables have turned. He's on the other side of the bar now. )

... Let's go around to the other side.

( He goes first, turning the corner of the bar.

Ding, ding. There's a sudden scent of various spices and savoryness. )

Yeah uh, can I get a regular philly cheesesteak.

You know what. He also wants to see that face break out into a slightly upset (cute) way.

... He shoves the damn thing into Sunday's mouth. He's capricious like that.

"Oh, honey, mine is bigger, don't worry."

"You think everyone dreams of loud streets and closed murder spaces? Go far enough from Penacony and you reach the Outerlands with simulated woods and Charmony Geese you can shoot down just for the love of it.

But not much money in those places compared to dazzling Golden Hour."

Despised yet it simultaneously exists as a critical byproduct to life. Without it the body accumulates toxins so much quicker. It -"

He suddenly stops.

"Dammit, yeah, it's kinda fun to piss on a cute person, not gonna lie."

Think about how diseases have historically ruined everything from plants and animals to even rocks, and humans face the blunt of it because he recognizes the destructive aspect generationally.

Yet you can't exactly fault the piss on its own. It, too, has its positives. >

"Actually, it's symbolic.

Imagine turning something the typical person takes with disgust into something remotely positive — turn the concept of love on its head; reduce the Man into his most simplified aspect: the cell, the basic building block of life. >

"... On second thought, don't put this in your mouth."

He's getting jealous of a damn chocolate pickle.

You haven't even tried it. Why are you so prejudiced?

You know.....

..... Ants in Africa would be excited to have this.

Well then, Miss Smartie Skirt, I'd like to see you take a crack at it.

( Oh no. He's trying... to get free labor out of her. )

Come on... you don't wanna support small businesses...? :(

You just don't want a big baddie like me to flourish in this economy.

For all those mary jane heads, this is for you specifically: Chocolate covered cucumber. Pickled is extra.

New bar menu item just dropped.

"That's true..

So you should torture me when I least expect it." He nods.