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Our dear friend The Therapist receives a strange visitor at his door...
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| I. am. Thom. Yorke. and. I. am. here. to. destroy. your. planet. | |
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| Oh really? Then tell me this, Mr. Yorke...why was Amnesiac so damn boring? | |
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| It. was. brilliant. though. Kid. A. was. better. | |
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| Rubbish! You're an impostor! Amnesiac WAS boring and you know it! | |
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...and so the 'fake' Thom Yorke leaves just as Beakface arrives for his session...
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| Hey, wasn't that Thom Yorke? | |
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| Dammit! Should've asked for his autograph... | |
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