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Nothin' but a bunch of punks.

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-salutes- At your service!

Can I get a strawberry shortcake, a drumstick, and, oh, that's right. I hate everyone.

That shit must get tiring.

Yeah, sometimes.

Then why all the sipping on that haterade?

It's cheaper than drinking the kool-aid

Plus less chance of religious-cult poisoning.

Yeah.

Don't need any cults up in here.

Not unless I get to play Jesus.

You have to wear a dress to do that.

I do look fabulouth in drag.

Just don't give me none of the koolaid

Then how the hell am I supposed to date rape you?

You don't.

Where there's a will, THERE'S A WAY

Go to jail. You'll get to date rape.

I don't count public showers or close quarters as a date.

Besides, uh, I think I'd be getting the ass-end of that bargain.

Yeah, you would.

My ass hole trembles with anticipation!

I'm going to go laugh at you.

I try to do that at least twice every hour.

You realize the surlier you are the more people want to hug you, right?

No.

I ain't into that.

I'm just saying, people are like that. Twisted.

What's wrong with people?

Some people can't help themselves, it's like when you're on a bridge and someone tells you 'Don't look down'? Nine times out of ten somebody's gonna look down.

That's not my problem. Unless they do something stupid like fall or jump.

No, actually, I'm a goth.

Hi!

What's up?

Not much, not much, what's up with you? Who's a punk?

Nothin.

Everybody's a punk, unless they told me different. You're a goth.

Who?

Most people.

Yeah.

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