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Coyote takes to the street after a mad download session. What dangers will he face today omg panic!!!1one
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| I feel like a swashbuckling captain of piracy on the digital seas! I have so much music I could explode at any second. Mice Parade Open Air Dance Pt. 1-4: fucking awesome! *grooves* | |
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| You elitist prick! The only reason you like any band is because nobody else listens to it. If Mice Parade was played on the radio, you would hate it. You are damned in the eyes of God. | |
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| Oh yeah, well ... you're wearing a fucking visor, you douchebag. What are you going to do about it -- call the music police? Hey, what the fuck is this trash can thing? | |
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| *BEEP BADOOM BEEP* I AM MUSIC POLICE UNIT 109-DELTA. YOU HAVE BEEN JUDGED IN VIOLATION OF EDICT 01: BAD TASTE IN MUSIC. *BEEP BADOOP* PREPARE FOR A RED-ASS BEATDOWN, BITCH. | |
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After drowning the robot in ejaculate, our hero relates his harrowing adventures ...
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| ... then I played Timonium over the system at a Beyonce benefit concert for an orphange. Everyone within 1000 miles exploded from obscurity. How's that orphan-blood-flavored coffee for ya, by the way? | |
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