There are chords in the hearts of the most reckless which cannot be touched without emotion. Even the utterly lost, to whom life and death are equally jest, there are matters of which no jest can be made.
Look man! Do you want me not to celebrate eating now?! Are you tellin' me that I can't eat my turkey and stuffing because I was lied to? If you are saying this sir I'll have to eat anyways. That picture draws it out perfectly, but hey, if they weren't dead I'd invite them to eat with me and tell me so Indian stories...but they are dead. I'm not sure about you, but having a dead guy eat with me is just unappetizing. Sicko.
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