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Satan confronts the Beatnik...
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| Son, what are you doing here? You're supposed to on Earth, spreading confusion and misery, and when you can, the seeds of rebellion. | |
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| Hey, cool it Pops. I'm just cooling my heels until some cats I know swing round to pick me up. I told them I'd meet them here. | |
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| Son, you mean a lot to me. I hate to see you waste your time hanging around here when there's so much more that you could be doing. | |
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| Oh, blow it, old man! I've got my poetry! I've got my friends! I don't need nothin' you can give me! | |
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| In that case, give me back my goatee. | |
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| Hey, hey, let's not be too hasty... | |
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