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You're through with me?
Once again you're out of touch with reality. Let's be clear - you never started wtih me.
I don't know what type of naked, pot smoking fantasies you're having out there but I don't want to hear about it.
The jets. THE JETS. They're buzzing your house Beach Leech. QUICK! Grab your slippers. Get under your bed. HIDE HIDE!!!!!
Stay there until we let you know it's safe to come out.
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I'm not paranoid. It's just that everyone is out to get me.
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