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We control everything, you come to us because you want to be told what to do, and we're going to keep you safe and secure and protected, and in exchange you're going to pay us for this service.
The difference between fiction and reality? Fiction has to make sense.
When I say "run like fuck and commit assault on a police officer several times", run like fuck and commit assault on a police officer several times.
Why ask why, just shut up and die.
"What is he gibbering?" "I don't know. It's French. It's crap."
If I could sell out, I would. Instantaneously. My dignity is worth very little to me.
Life's too short. Be petty.
What makes you space monsters so hostile anyway?
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