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| I'm a character that plays the part of downer in this comic. When people read my poetry, i pretend to be modest, but really, on the inside, i have beaming rainbows puking cute bunnies of narcissism. | |
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| I'm Tim. I read Fangoria, listen to Swedish black metal, and watch B-Movies all day long. I'm hard core, really. I am. | |
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| I'm Tom. I smoke pot non-fucking-stop and i'm not doing so well in college. I'm a total user. Give me gifts and you shall have a superficial yet eternal place in my materialistic heart. | |
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| I'm Mark. I live most of my life out of a KFC bucket. Why? Because i'm addicted to food. I even engage in self stimulation using chop-sticks and pork tenderloin. Teehee, I'm so naughty!...AND hungry. | |
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You know, Brian, for once, you're right.
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| I'm Brian. I look too much like Kurt Cobain. I love being single. Women are EVIL, i hear, they eat your soul through your penis. Iron Maiden good. Def Leppard bad. I'm lonely on the inside... | |
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| I'm downer's girlfriend, Kate. He's too scared to put ironic and sarcastic remarks about me in this dialogue box because i OWN him. I stole his heart, soul, AND money. BWAHAHAHA! I AM COUNT BITCHULA! | |
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