GOOD?? IF I EVER FIND MYSELF TRANSFORMED INTO A RUBBERY PINK MASS OF MONKEY-LIKE WRINKLES, THAT WILL BE THE DAY I PULL OUT MY SICKLE FOR THE LAST TIME AND GIVE MYSELF THE MOST MERCIFUL CULLING EVER TO TAKE PLACE. ALL OF DEATH CITY WILL HEAVE A SIGH OF RELIEF, AND THEN A FEAST WILL BE HELD.
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