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Hey, you created me. I didn't create some loser alter-ego to make myself feel better. Take some responsibility!

Oxygen gets you high. In a catastrophic emergency, you're taking giant panicked breaths. Suddenly you become euphoric, docile. You accept your fate. It's all right here. Emergency water landing - 600 miles an hour. Blank faces, calm as Hindu cows.

Did you know that if you mix equal parts of gasoline and frozen orange juice concentrate you can make napalm?

Sticking feathers up your butt does not make you a chicken.

You're not getting this back. I consider it asshole tax.