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| He just sits there. Staring at us. Like he's waiting for US to say something WE thought of. | |
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| It's like a lucid dream by a beginner, where all the unconscious-controlled action stops and waits for the lucid dreamer to start the action up again. | |
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| Guess what, Malathion! We're not going to say anything unless YOU type it in first! | |
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What do you think I've been doing for the last two frames, ladies?
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| What sort of artist lets his creations boss him around? Psycho. | |
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