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"Who was this guy?" I thought to myself. He claims to be my best friend, yet I haven't had any human contact since I started playing Everquest.
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| Yeah, I really don't think I've ever seen you before... | |
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| You dumbass! I'm your childhood imaginary friend! | |
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Of course! When I was but a wee lad I had no friends except my imaginary friend Trenchcoat Sam! I thought he had ran away because I was such a loser which made me slit my wrists on multiple occasions.
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| Trenchcoat Sam! It's you! Where have you been all these years | |
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| I've always been with you, you've just been repressing me with porn and hard liquor. | |
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Ironically, Sam had been the voice in my head that told me to buy that Penthouse and the bottle of Jim Beam. He had always been one for advice, but how could he help me find my pants?
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| Uh, so how can you help me find my pants? | |
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| Do not make haste, Blue! For we must be prepared if you wish to know the truth! | |
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