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((Anni you are killing me))
((I'm not struggling its my English teacher she seems to be picking on quite a few people! I did brilliant in 9th grade and suddenly I'm failing because of this teacher I'm in Honors so I can't switch but the problem is she's either grading me like I read her mind or what but it's pissing me off a lot. I think I'll talk to my Honors teacher from last year because something isn't right and I can't magically fail English when I got 90's last year in Honors. It's not me it's her because I never met a teacher like her she's fucked up))
*sighs*Go Ari
((Alright then, Moss.
Zaf, I'd probably say the same thing as Adra- talk to your teachers about it, and see if there's anything you can do to improve your grade... Otherwise, it sounds like you already have things in place to raise your grades for some of your classes, so just wait till those show up on your report card and perhaps then your mother will be easier on you...? That's the best advice I can give you, sorry.))
*turns back to Adra* Did you need something, or...?
#ChaseForBook9
((Actually, part of moving up is learning to adapt and learn... I did really well with English for the past three years, and now I've gone down to a B. It's just to the point where i really have to push myself more.
Yeah))
Um . . . Mr. Canadian Vampire?
Vampire: Vhat do you vant?
The floor seems to be covered with syrup. And there's syrup on the table, and the chairs, and EW! It's everywhere!
*stand up in disgust*
Ugh! I'm all sticky!
*takes out moist towelette*
*wipes off hands and pants*
Vampire: Vhy do you carry moist tovelettes?
It's a long story. They're not mine. The point is, I came here for free waffles, not magical choose-your-destiny waffles.
Vampire: I vant to suck your blood!
No, you don't. You 'vant' to suck syrup.
Vampire: *blinks*
*eyes fill with tears*
*bawls* I do! I dooooooo!
Um . . . Mr. Canadian Vampire?
Vampire: Vhat do you vant?
The floor seems to be covered with syrup. And there's syrup on the table, and the chairs, and EW! It's everywhere!
*stand up in disgust*
Ugh! I'm all sticky!
*takes out moist towelette*
*wipes off hands and pants*
Vampire: Vhy do you carry moist tovelettes?
It's a long story. They're not mine. The point is, I came here for free waffles, not magical choose-your-destiny waffles.
Vampire: I vant to suck your blood!
No, you don't. You 'vant' to suck syrup.
Vampire: *blinks*
*eyes fill with tears*
*bawls* I do! I dooooooo!
*sighs* Ari, would you mind if I went with you? I.. I dunno, we never hang out. Or whatever. *shrugs* And..
*quieter* I don't want to keep wandering
((Ohmygosh, Annika, your pieces are so brilliant! Just, ugh! *basks in the glory of her mini-plots*))
#ChaseForBook9
(( I know I'm laughing so hard))
Well, you don't have to be in the middle of . . . where are me?
Vampire: *sniffs* BigCityVille.
Okay. You don't have to be a vampire in BigCityVille! You should go out to the wilds of Canada! Make some friends! Start a syrup farm! You can prey on all the pine trees your little heart desires.
Vampire: *sniffs* Really?
*pats him on the shoulder*
Really.
C'mere.
*gives Canadian Vampire a big hug*
Now, go get 'em, tiger! Long live Canada!
Vampire: Hurrah! Long live Canada!
*waltzes out the door*
. . .
Well, I guess I better eat this waffle house. Who'd've thunk it was an actual house made of waffles?
*blinks* Oh, of course! I mean, of course I don't mind, not of course I do. I just thought I'd ask, because, you know, you might have wanted something else, or whatever. Anyway. of course you can come. *takes her arm and keeps walking* Wandering aimlessly by yourself is only fun for a little bit, I find.
#ChaseForBook9
*we
((Oh my god Anni stop I can't breathe))
((You know, Anni, I think you would've really loved the plot where we all worshipped a blade of grass... Well, all except me, actually. It was really funny.))
#ChaseForBook9
((I dunno anymore....))
*sighs* Why is it Niccolò hates me?
*smiles, walking* I've been at it for hours. It's a bit.... Droll. And depressing. Or both. *nods* Both
Two hours later:
*sitting in an empty lot*
One . . . last . . . bite . . .
*there's a little piece of waffle left, with a little pat of butter on it*
One . . . more . . . bite . . .
*eats it*
I did it!
. . . I don't know what that proved . . .
Urgh . . .
*falls over*
((*grovels* Higher power... Nature in Her beauty))
Amelia Duplicacious walks past.
Amelia: What did you do!?
Precocious: *gurgles* I found a waffle house and I ate it . . .
*nods to Adra* Yeah, that would just about describe it.
*yells over to Zaf* He doesn't hate you, Zaf, he just really wanted to not do anything, so he decided it was a good idea to freeze himself in the snow. *voice lowers to normal volume* Idjit.
#ChaseForBook9
*stands up on wobbly legs*
*slowly meanders down the street in the search for adventure*
*and a toilet*
*chases after Ari* I'm coming too. I owe him my life over and over. I come to help. ((This sucks I will have o go soon and worry all night if he's okay))
You know, I actually wondered that...
*sighs* Kate Chopin, Paul's Case. I saw a video where people acted out the short story. In the end, Paul rolled in the snow before he jumped before a train....
Yeah.
*slowly lurches down the street*
*sees a sign for free pancakes*
OH HELL NO.
*walks straight past it*
Ugh . . . my tummy hurts . . .
*sees sign*
Sign: DR. JUAN SASQUETCHUAN'S REMEDIES FOR INDIGESTION, OVEREATING, AND FOOD POISONING. TURN LEFT AT THE CHEESECAKE FACTORY.
Ugh . . .
*turns left at the Cheesecake Factory*
Hm? What did you wonder, exactly?
Hey, Zaf. Well, you're welcome to join us.
#ChaseForBook9
Why he was trying to freeze himself to death
Juan: Hola, Senorita! Me llamo esta Dr. Sasquetchuan, y yo esta muy verde en la cabeza!
Please, speak English, funny little mustachioed man.
Juan: Oh, pardon me, Senorita! I was saying you look a little bit green in the face.
I ate a waffle house.
Juan: Oh si, I have been known to overindulge at waffle houses myself . . .
No, I mean I ate the actual house. The whole house. And now my stomach is dancing the conga.
Juan: Well, we can't have that! Please, Senorita, come into my office.
This looks like a voodoo emporium.
Juan: *tuts* Nonsense, nonsense!
((OH MY GODS))
Please if he dies....*buries head in hands* Okay. Let's find him. I know how to track him. He can't hide the thoughts going out he can block me entering but if I was inside anyone's head I know how to track them.
Juan: Now then, Señorita, sit very very still, and watch me as I move this talisman back and forth.
What are you . . . doing . . .
Juan: I am putting you into a TRANCE!
*voodoo figures begin chanting*
Are you ready?
Shadows/Chorus:
Are you ready?
Juan:
Are you ready?
Transformation central!
Shadows/Chorus:
Transformation central!
Juan:
Reformation central!
Shadows/Chorus:
Reformation central!
Juan:
Transmogrification central!
Can you feel it?
You're changin'
You're changin'
You're changin', all right!
I hope you're satisfied
But if you ain't
Don't blame me!!
You can blame my friends on the other side!
((What the actual heck is happening, Anni))
*gasps*
What? No!
Anything but this!
ANYTHING BUT THIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIS!
*flaps wings in horror*
I DON'T WANT TO ME AN EMU.
Juan: Well, in my defense, I wanted to turn you into a sad little emo kid, but there was something lost in the translation.
I AM AN EMU.
I WILL KILL YOU, LITTLE MUSTACHIOED MAN.
Juan: Look on the bright side! Your stomach doesn't hurt anymore, right?
I AM AN EMU.
Well, I wouldn't say he's trying to freeze himself to death... Just because, it's not like he's actively trying to die. I mean, I guess he sort of is, in a way, but... It's more that he just stopped caring than that he wanted to freeze to death, you know? He just sort of... Lost his motivation. So he retreated back into himself, and then quickly realized that he hates himself so that doesn't really do him any good, and then... You know, it went from there. And I don't really know if I'm making sense anymore.
That should be helpful, Zaf, although I could probably track him well enough, too- we've started playing around with merging our disciplines and stuff, so when I try, I can see true names, just like he can. His always sticks out like a sore thumb, for obvious reasons. But he must be pretty far from here, because I can't see it.
#ChaseForBook9
Juan: *dials someone up on his cell phone*
Now, just stay put, while I tell the boss the job is complete. Sorry, Señorita!
What-
What, I, what-
I am an emu, what-
Juan: Sir, the job is done. She's an emu, not an emo, but same concept, different vowel.
Hmm.... *takes her arm away for a second to pull her hood up over her hair* *rehooks her arm* I know the feeling... Quite well.
((Ohmygosh, Anni *dies*))
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I think I made him that way...because I love him and he had to do something to save me. I think he's hating himself because he can't do something...*shakes head* Ari I think I know where he is...I can pick up without being near him.
*someone bellows at Juan from across the phone*
*Juan looks horror-struck*
Wait! Wait Senor, we had a deal! I was to change her into an emo, and you . . . you . . . what do you mean she's not your nemesis anymore!?!?!?!?
IS THAT OSCAR ON THE LINE.
THAT'S OSCAR ISN'T IT.
HE HIRED A VOODOO MEXICAN TO TURN ME INTO AN EMO.
THAT'S-
THAT'S-
Actually, that's pretty cool.
((ANNIKA AHHH GODS))
*pecks at Juan*
Change me back! Change me back! SQUAWK! Change me back! Oh Hell, now I'm squawking. SQUAWK! Ah! I did it again!
Juna: But Senor, Senor I-
*Oscar screams bloody murder into the phone*
*juan holds the phone at arm's length*
Si, Senor. RIght away.
Now then, stare deeply into my eyes . . .
*pecks him in the eye*
Juan: OW! Madre de Dios!
Change me back!
((JESUS ANNIKA STOP I AM HAVING HEART PALPITATIONS))
Juan: Okay, okay, OW! Stop pecking me!
*waves hands in a complicated way*
*swings voodoo charm in front of her face*
Now, are you sure you want to be human again, Senorita? Think of the advantages of being an emu!
Like . . ?
Juan: Now you can bury your head in the sand.
. . .
Juan: . . .
. . . Why would I EVER wish to do such a thing?
Juan: I don't know. I have never understood women.
((*screaming*)))
Juan: Now, the change will feel strange and unpleasant. You will feel like you are being drunk.
What's so bad about being drunk?
Juan: Ask a glass of water.
*green light fills the room*
Juan: Ah, here we go!
Emus do not, in fact, bury their heads in sand.
Just thought you ought to know.
((Precoscar))
*suddenly coughs, her lungs screaming at her* *wipes the blood from her lip with a hankerchief* *murmurs*
*feels like she's being drunk*
*will never look at a glass of water the same way again*
AhhhhhhhhhhAAAAAAAAAAAH!
*stands there, shocked*
*pats down her body*
I'm human! I'm human, I'm, I'm ME!
*laughs gleefully*
I'm so happy!
Juan: So am I! Now Senor Neurotic won't turn me into one of my own shrunken heads!
*skips away, laughing*
I've never been so happy not to be a large flightless bird!
Hello, Sir!
Those are ostriches
(Oh, sorry, Sir! What buries its head in the sand, then? Because I know SOMETHING does . . .)
(Ah, ostriches. Thank you!)
((Ari I need to sleep soon can we continue tomorrow? I wanna save Niccolò I'll feel horrible if I don't and he dies...))
Ostriches do not, either.
Both of them are extremely powerful birds, who can kill most predators.
I doubt either have any reason to bury their heads in sand.
...But don't they?
*frowns* I thought they do..
((I do gtg please let us do this tomorrow!!
I do believe that is a myth.
I apologize.
(I heard that they do . . .
But keep in mind that Juan probably doesn't know any of this, so his statement still stands. Plus, an emu could bury its head in the sand if it were really motivated.)
I think my entire life is a lie...
*looks at the ground sadly and pulls her bandana up over the lower half of her face to fend the wind*
(Anyway, now that I've had my fun, I have to run off into the night now. I apologize, and hope to see you all soon-ish. On one final note, I have some very interesting things planned for the saga of Doctor Precocious and Oscar Neurotic.
That is all.
Good night.)
((You know him, Zaf- it takes a lot to kill him. And Adra and I could find him. If I froze it, though, I'd have to show up as some other character...))
*gestures ahead* Lead the way. God knows we'll probably be walking for a while. But it wasn't you, Zaf.
...Actually, it's got more to do with me than anyone else... It's just, he's pretty distant from everyone, for a lot of reasons, so the only person he really feels tied to or isn't afraid to talk to is me. So when I'm not there... It's so easy for him to just sink like that.
...Are you ok, Adra? That cough looks sort of like that other one... You know what I mean...
#ChaseForBook9
((Night!! *waves*))
Well, at the end of the day, I suppose it doesn't really matter.
If one bird was motivated to, I do not doubt it. But keep in mind that the kick of an ostrich can kill a lion.
Good night. Sleep well.
*half-smiles* Ari, you needn't skit around it... It's a sickness. You can just say that.
(Warzy just texted me. That annoying kid name Gianni who keeps giving us sh*t got dealt with.))
Greetings, Ms. Rose.
((Hey Rose))
*puts on her gloves absentmindedly* *hums an old tune*
Sir, question for you.
Coke or Pepsi?
((Oh, that's nice, Death. *hugs* It's really good to hear from you.))
Oh, I know- I don't mind saying it- I'm just not sure exactly what this one is, or what it's called, and I wasn't positive that it was the same illness, but I figured you'd know what I was talking about. Anyway, are you ok?
#ChaseForook9
Ms. Adrasdos, I refrain from drinking caffeinated beverages.
((Actually, I'm getting really tired all of a sudden- I think I'll go to sleep. Godnight, everyone!))
#ChaseForBook9
Of course. Right. I ought to figure a name for it. *half-shrugs* It began as TB, so... I guess... It's just a mutation of it. But it began as that nonetheless...
And yeah- always am.
I think I need to give up this place for a while. I keep ghosting the comments and crying for no reason, and it really isn't helping me with life in general.
This isn't goodbye, just to be clear.
See you. [hugs] :-)
#ChaseForBook9
Good night, Aretha. Sleep well.
((Ah... Goodnight?"
Sir.... *frowns* That's unfortunate.
*looks around*
Uhm..
((Moss.... *hugs tightly* Okay... okay, good luck- love you *hugs tighterrrr tighter*))
*sighs*
And so many leave at once.
Good bye for now, Fabienne. I look forward to our next meeting....
Well...
This is rather...sad
Indeed.
*settles into a large, warm chair in front of a fireplace*
Ah, to be so close to sleep, but to stave it off... Such a strange feeling.
A fireplace! *growls at him* Bitch. *sits on a frozen tree* haha. Look who's laughing now!
..you
*sobs*
...
Ms. Adrasdos, there is more than one chair.
*magucally runs over and leaps into the comfy chair* *sighs* ahhhh
Most likely the most satisfying feelings I have ever encountered...
*pulls a book from air, and flips to a random page*
...
"Wizard Howl's castle was rumbling and bumping toward her across the moorland. Black smoke was blowing up in clouds from behind its black battlements. It looked tall and thin and heavy and ugly and very sinister indeed. Sophie leaned on her stick and watched it. she was not particularly frightened. she wondered how it moved. But the main thing in her mind was that all that smoke must mean a large fireside somewhere inside those tall black walls..."
Heh.
*sighs, standing up and taking off her coat, draping it over the back of the chair before sitting again and thinking*
What was that, Sir? I mean... It was lovely, but...?
*covers her mouth as she yawns* I apologize if I suddenly fall asleep..
A passage, from a book.
Funnily appropriate, if I do say do myself.
Aren't all things?
I suppose so...
*shrugs*...
I personally often find myself opening my Inferno copy... The back's broken on that poor thing. However, it gives it character, I say
Yes.
But I tend to take refuge in simple books.
Oh, reading a 3000 page, multi-volume series is fine, but if I ever feel weighed down, I shall always have these familiar tales...
*smiles* It was the best of times, it was the worst of times... Favorite. Hands down.
*sighs* This was lovely, but I should probably get back to the lab so I can rest up... Wherever that is, exactly. I have no idea where I am...
Yes...
Well, good bye, and good night. I believe... I shall stay here.
*pauses* Are you alright?
Yes. I am merely very, very tired.
*shakes himself slightly*
Would you like me to set up a gateway network to take you to your laboratory? Or would you prefer to walk?
*shakes her head* Not if you're tired, no. However, I appreciate the thought
Indeed...
But... No, perhaps you are right.
I suppose it is a several mile trek thataway, then... You have my sympathies.
*shrugs* What's a few miles?
*half-waves as she leaves* Goodnight, Rein. Sleep well *walks while listening to the soundtrack from LOTR in her earphones*
*lets his head fall against the headrest*
*Is sort-of not really here*
Seriously, where is everyone?
*Sighs and disappears*
I love watching the world crumble at my feet and being unable to do anything about it... *Sighs happily and smiles*
Two and a quarter hours later and no-one has been on except Death, who I doubt is still here?
:(
Wanna bet?
Like, I really doubt you'd want to bet but I am fully honest. I don't even know what I'm saying anymore...
They legalised gay marriage in Australia today...
Death; Good for Aussie :) Sorry, writing for Nameless, will be a little distant.
Need to talk about anything?
Nah, not really. I am still watching the world crumble... It's beautiful, I'll say that.
Which part of the world? Do you mean the bushfires?
i said that like 4 weeks ago?...and i have liked bree since the start of the year
~Tristan
He said that after we broke up...
Danielle, he doesn't deserve you. I love you so much, blogsis *hugs*
But I still agreed to go put with him...
On Sun, Oct 23, 2011 at 5:17 PM, tristan stemmer wrote:
heeey im sorry i wanna b single 4 a bit :(
Most people say yes if they're asked out, a) because they don't want to hurt the other person, b) they like the idea of being liked, c) they want to fit in or are curious. It's completely normal to say yes.
I don't know the circumstance, so I don't think I can say much.
(Why does it say 2011?)
Because that's when we broke up. I've been single for almost two years... I don't get over things well... He's a jerk.
He sounds like it.
I just wish I could tell my younger self not to be so stupid....
Sweet sixteen and never been kissed... That'll be soon...
I read that in a book, Lament, an thought "Hey, that would be so cool to say..." I was twelve at the time. I never thought it would actually mean so much to me... :/
Sorry Rose, I have to go. I've getting late here. Bye! *hugs*
Bye...
Hello?
*tackles Sparky*
*gets up and runs off because it's too early for this*
*hits the floor and groans*
I wasn't planning on that...
Immature children... *Sips from thermos full of whiskey*
Morning/Afternoon/Evening my weirdos.
Please don't call me immature.
Morning, Em.
*is quietly here*
Hey Sparks, how are you?
Are you okay with all the bushfires at the moment?
I'm...
I've been better.
The bush fires are off in the mountains, so I'm fine but thanks for asking. :) the worst I get is only smoke, so I can't complain. The other day I could see and orange smudge of the fires from my bedroom window.
Yayh *cuddles* That's good
*hugs Sparky* I'm glad you're okay! Nix and Zath are too? I know they're near the fires
Miles is fine.
Haven't a clue about Nix, I'm afraid.
...I ought to tweet them
That's good. I'm glad you're safe.
I've been worried about all the Aussie minions.
And I'm sorry about last night for any roleplaying with me. I tried to stay up but then the story moved on and I was tired.
In all seriousness, really, has anyone seen Trip? I mean this- not in the RP way, but like in the actual-wondering-where-friend is kind of way. He hasn't been here in a bit and kinda dropped off
Who knows whats going on outside Blogland sweets.
We all know that. I wouldn't be too worried. You know he will come on when he is able to.
Me? Worried? I mean, I'd he died that would be unfortunate, but I don't worry muahahahahahahahahahaha
Sparky, are yous still here?
Mm.
*bites her ear*
*jumps away*
For Snikum's sake, I didn't come here for dumbass antics!
Don't touch me!
*pokes her*
...
Well I got pissed off really quickly this round.
Please don't tease me tonight.
I genuinely, legitimately do not have the emotional stamina for it.
Okay...
Meh.
Now I want to hug you but, alas..
Don't.
Yeah I got that, you said
In that case, I might suddenly poof anyway
Is there anyone on the air?
Or is this the last broadcast?
I'll be good Sparky.
Ah, hello Zafira!
Cheers, Zaf.
It's good to meet you, Sparky. I hope you get better soon.
And you, Barnosky.
*waves* Ugh Zaffy no wanna go to class
Meh I'm gonna kill Niccolò when I see him.
I love this bit. This is the best part about meeting new people.
*taps microphone*
Is this thing on?
*prepares her pre-written grand introduction*
It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. Allow me to introduce myself. By day, I am Annika Barnosky, writer of wrongs. By night, I am Doctor Precocious, monster hunter extraordinaire, in posession of a creepy black van. I am an Energy-Thrower, a daring adventurer, a skilled monster-hunter, of course, and, though I have no home of my own, I have a semi-permanent residency at the Midnight Hotel. I happen to posess a magical sequinned tuxedo jacket. I also play poker with a variety of high-profile personages, and my (nemesis?) is an OCD supervillain named Oscar Neurotic.
Sorry my internet isn't working that well
Oh! Hello, Adra! I didn't see you there.
You were being so stealth-like.
Liar the voting for Homecoming king and queen is t up for me i cant vote...
Meh.
Oh struggling to get the damn page to work...
Some of my friends are down the hall painting my Mom's bedroom so the whole house smells like play-dough . . .
...um
Okay?
Hmm. Can I ask something of any of you here? If you're religious or not, d'ya think you all could send good thoughts for my brothers? I'd really appreciate it. And by "send" I mean, like, not go a deity if you don't have one, I just meant if you could keep them in your thoughts I'd be very grateful for it :) ta
I'll pray for them.
Sure
Thanks :)
And a pleasure to meet you.
I'm Sparky Braginski, general badass for hire who lives for the thrill of the chase, the thrill of punching people in the face, the thrill of being punched in the face and stealing people's shit since the death of my comrade Hayley Skirmish. I'm an Adept at heart, and electricity manipulation expert. Few can best me with a sword and I have a knack for throwing sharp things at people. I currently reside in Sydney Australia, but every now and then I stray to Russia, Ireland, England or the US.
I dedicate this page to Niccolò. He's hating himself and he has no idea how much some of us care....so to him finding his light. Also to Adra's brothers. Oh to Derek as tomorrow is his birthday.
Ta, Zaf *raises chalice* hear hear
Ah, Derek's birthday...
*punches the air*
Hoo-ray for Derek's birthday!
The 23rd is his but i thought i'd win by being early with it.
I feel like I ought to send him a letter or a gerbil or a birthday card or something . . .
It won't get there in time. It takes MONTHS
True, and the package would have to be constantly opened to feed the gerbil, so . . . maybe not.
I have the address to just send to Mary his PR, oh gtg science
Okay serious msd...
Well, if everyone's leaving, I'll leave too.
*bounces off car roof*
*gets catapulted into the sunset*
To infinity and beyond!
I'm still here...
Bye Anni, Zaf *waves*
I should make it formal...
See you at 3!
Or, 8 UK..
Or 3/5 Aus
Or like, 11 For Ember... Maybe I don't remember what it was. In Italy. It could have been 6 and Greece was 7 *shrugs*
Anyway
*waves*
The comment directly after this comment is CURSED! Augh! You will be cursed with being unable to get the soundtrack from the last musical you say out of your head! So bewaaaaaaaare, comment 4617, bewaaaaaaaare!
☂I willingly accept this curse.☂
☂It's four PM.☂
☂Also, where is everybody?☂
AUGH!
☂8 UK would be 9 me.☂
Sorry.
I'm here.
Ish.
☂What is it, Anni?☂
☂I'm here. Ish. too. So that's fine :)☂
Life is so confusing.
I need my confusing life the way a fish needs a bicycle.
☂Fishes OBVIOUSLY need bicycles, didn't you know that?! What did they teach you in biology this year?☂
☂How are they supposed to reach the space station if they don't have bicycles?☂
OBVIOUSLY they take the trolly-car!
SOMEONE got a C in biological-atrophysics-etymology.
☂It's a bicycle, not a trolly car!☂
No, they take a trolly-car! Not a bicycle!
And the trolly car is red, and has an aquarium inside it.
For the fish.
So they can breathe.
Bicycles are for squirrels and Madagascarian hissing cockroaches.
☂There's no such thing as a Madagascarian hissing cockroach. I think you mean Madagascarian ballet-dancing cockroaches.☂
No, I certainly do mean hissing.
*looks serious*
I am very serious right now.
Serious.
Poker face.
CAN'T READ MAH
CAN'T READ MAH
NO YOU CAN'T READ MAH
PO-KER FAAAAAACE
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