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[benbernanke]

HELLO MANHATTAN.

I am here tonight to bring you all a little something I heard through the grape vine. It would seem that amongst all this chaos, two star-crossed lovers have come together.

BIRDMAN AND BELPHEGOR MCFAGGERSON.

I for one COULDN'T BE HAPPIER FOR THE TWO OF THEM.
What are your thoughts, Manhattan? Honestly, I think it was doomed from the

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[benbernanke]

Don't even try to deny it, faggot.

Don't be ashamed of your little FLING.

[benbernanke]

I'm not hurt. Why would I be hurt? I don't care enough about either of you fags.

[princethereaper]

Didn't you blow up your computer five minutes ago?

[benbernanke]

There are plenty here.

FAG.

[princethereaper]

Smart use of them, dumbass ex.

[Private to Bel // Impossible to Hack]

[benbernanke]

What's this ex business?

[axinfinity]

And the word of the say is still

PROJECTION.

[benbernanke]

Don't worry Rion, you'll find a little boyfriend to call your own someday too.
Trust me, I know. After all, I have seen your future.

[axinfinity]

Euguhhghg.