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I think ol' Quothy musta slipped in the kitchen, bumped his head on the countertop, and fallen into a pile of crack dust on the floor, inhaling suddenly in a panic reaction, and in this new disoriented state, is wandering aimlessly amongst the poor lost minds, damaged, yet sharing the common misguided falsehood which relentlessly dictates to their own blind & demented remnants of grey matter that they did indeed have the world by the balls and everything was gonna be titties and chocolate sauce as the sky turned green and rained down money and hallucinogenic toads...
...and then reality stepped up with a long overdue bitch slappin'.
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