Umm...as your landlady, I have to tell you that you've surpassed your spoon quoda, and you must move out. I'm sorry. Eviction was inevitable. It was really only a matter of time. And until you do, there will be a glass with one inch of water in the bottom for every spoon you use.
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SO I CAN BEAT IT!!!!!!!!!
mwah ha HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.
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*tsssss*
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