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Sarcasm Will Make Your Tits Fall Off.

Not Unlike The Toaster, I Control Darkness.

It Turns Out That One Can Perpetrate All Manner Of Heinous Villainy Under A Cloak Of Courtesy And Good Cheer. . .a Man Will Forfeit All Sensible Self-interest If He Finds You Affable Enough To Share Your Company Over A Flagon Of Ale.

No One Knows Why, But Second Only To Eating The Brains Of The Living, The Dead Love Affordable Prefab Furniture.

Sweetheart, Wake Up; You've Destroyed The House And I Need You To Suffer For It.