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I see you're still cleaning up your mess.
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Oh, I hardly think this qualifies as our mess.
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Well, I guess that explains why none of you are lending a helping hand.
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Really, Six, if you had wanted some room to spread out,
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you could've just asked.
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Is there anything that isn't fodder for a joke with you?
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Or is that really how you see our very existence?
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As some sort of nihilistic punch line?
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"Nihilistic punch line"? I like that.
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But, quite honestly, I'm feeling very serious.
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Getting riddled with bullets affects me that way.
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But I want you all to know that