A lone chair and its sitter...
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| Are those bugs coming out of your face, or are you just happy to see me? | |
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| Chairs cannot talk, my son, They may only communicate to you through vibrations to the buttcheeks | |
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| oh... Then how come i can communicate with you now??? | |
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| Because we are mind melding. Thats right, the very essence of our consciousness has been combined. Infact, watch this | |
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| whoa... damnit... I hate you | |
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| I am not a chair to be taken lightly, my son. Now sit upon my fertile loins! | |
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