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do you hear voices?
are you magically chronic?
did somebody fill your puppy jar with kittens?
well, if so you should tape your rain gathering devices to the tractor and head west, home of the dried up poultry smack apricot fistfuck jamboree. and please, bring a friend.
death ray gun: pull your chutes, chuckie!
chuckie: what?
death ray gun: ya know, your party bus.
chuckie: no, you said pull my chutes.
death ray gun: well, i don’t know, i don’t know frozen from despairing pina colada, beaches beaches beaches. consider that.
chuckie: dude, you’re fucking weird.
death ray gun: don’t push me chuckie.
chuckie: you’re a parasite, you’re delusional, distracted, frenetic, all that shit.
death ray gun: hey now chuckie, calm down.
chuckie: no, fuck you death ray gun, i won’t calm down. too long have i spent my precious attention trying to decode your fucking gibberish. i mean, what are you? oh yeah, a death ray gun. well guess what? fuck you. you’re a schizophrenic disaster.
death ray gun: i don’t know what to say.
chuckie: (chuckles) you’re kidding.
death ray gun: it’s like, the ghost of jesus, just came down, and you know, finally put an end to the boa calamity pine saucer. strange fissures!
chuckie: ah for fuck’s sake you miserable lunatic!
death ray gun: chuckie, i think, i think you’ve sealed your doom…
(death ray gun kills chuckie.)
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