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[murderfacing]

SIERNS PORT?!!!!? WTF MORE LIEK PIS PORT!!11! OMG LOL
THIS SI WILLIAM MURDERFACE TEH L3AD BASIST AND SONG-WRIETR FOR DETHKLOK!11!1 LOL MAYB U H3ARD OF TH3M
ANYWAY OMG LOL PIKL3S SKWISOMETHNG 2KI NATHAN CHARLES WH3RE R U GUYS?!?!! WTF LOL CHITER SI BLOKED ON THES STUPID PEICA SHIT
ALSO SON W3 SHUD LIEK 2TALY GO SE TAHT NU MOVEI AND TH3N I CAN SE U AT AN 3ARLEY PLANET PISS PRACTIEC!111!1! OMG IV3 BEN THINKNG OF L3TNG U HELP ME WRIET A COUPLE OF SONGS

AND TH3S APARTMENTS SUK HOLEY SHIT
SOMEBUDY HYER A MADE OR SOM3THNG JEZ

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[drinkthebleach]

Murderface. [Hand to face.] Yer not gonna starve.

Well yeah, you might. But you know what yer gonna hafta do if you don't wanna worry 'bout that.

[murderfacing]

[ He pauses. ]

Pickles, I'm not going to sell my body for food. That's disgusting and wrong.

[drinkthebleach]

That's not what I--[Stop short. Repress. Just let Murderface go on to figure it out by himself.] Ugh. Forget I said anything.

[He sips his beer and looks to the side.]