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What a miserable existence.
I think it's the music, it makes me want to kill myself.
Hot DAMN! It must be my lucky day!
PIKA!
One sappy song later...
Is he dead?
I'll check his pulse. You know, I was once an esteemed pediatrician.
Yes, I believe he's dead.
What a screwball, he killed himself with a sawtooth.
The bastard never paid me back for the time I bailed him out of jail. You know, they claimed he'd raped that bitch.
No matter, I found his wallet up his ass.
PEEEEEEEEEKACHU! (That's not a wallet, that's a cd tote. And why would someone keep their wallet up their ass?)
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Sick fuck.