[raoul B. duke]: hey! hey! hey, listen! don.t take any guff from these swine. if you have any trouble, remember: you can always send a telegram to the right people.

[dr. L. gonzo]: oh yeah, explaining my position. some asshole wrote a poem about that once. probably good advice, if you have shit for brains.

((you throw me yr necklace, leave on a jetplane, and i finish the story))

there he goes, one of god's own prototypes. a high-powered mutant of some kind never even considered for mass production. too weird to live, and too rare to die.

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why are we saying i love you right there? why do i miss you so much. i.m just another warm body to the swine.

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