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He's a giant angry red robot with an anal love obsession from the mean streets of L.A.
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He's a saucy art critic with a penchant for beatnik poetry from the classiest parts of New York.
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| It speaks to me of pain... sorrow... darkness... and a hint of moral ambiguity coupled with a struugle against a dark addiction... It BURNS with genius! | |
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| I'm just a bench the art exhibit is inside. | |
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TOGETHER... THEY FIGHT CRIME!!!!!!!
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| It's obvious to me the killer had no idea how to juxtapse the blood in conrast to the concrete. The splatters are wild and erratic, not primal, not even full of passion. He must be stopped. | |
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| RAAAAAR!!! TOBOR CORNHOLE HOMICIDAL NUTJOB!!! | |
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