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Seymour Helderman :: The hardness of butter is directly proportional to the softness of the bread.
Someone ever tries to kill you, you try to kill ’em right back! Curse your sudden but inevitable betrayal! Mercy is the mark of a great man. Guess I’m just a good man. Well, I’m all right. I swear by my pretty floral bonnet, I will end you. Psychic, though? That sounds like something out of science fiction. We live in a spaceship, dear.
I’ve been under fire before. Well … I’ve been in a fire. Actually, I was fired. I can handle myself. Here lies my beloved Zoe, my autumn flower … somewhat less attractive now that she’s all corpsified and gross.
No! I was ashamed to be SEEN with you. I like being with you. Marry me. We just call it a sausage.