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| Just look at all the pigs, Mom. All the fucking pigs. Someday, Mom -- someday I'm gonna kill all the pigs. Oh, yeah -- they'll all get theirs, all right. In spades. | |
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| I'm increasingly worried about Billy... | |
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| Look, there's Mr. Wilson washing his Volvo...pig. There's Mrs. Green, walking her dog...pig. And the fucking Lipschitz twins -- grrrr!!! -- pigs. | |
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| The...pills...don't seem to be working... | |
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| Heh, I'm just aching to kill -- why, you'll be so proud of me, Mom. I'll have the biggest body count ever. Bigger than Manson's -- why, maybe even bigger than Hitler's. | |
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| Maybe it's his penis size...oh, the mysterious penis... | |
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