Well, I feel fantastic; I get to scar dozens of children emotionally when they come to my door tonight.
And no, I'm not implying that I plan to rape them or hide pins in their candy. I just simply don't have enough pins for that.
"Somebody told me when the bomb hits, everybody in a two mile radius will be instantly sublimated, but if you lay face down on the ground for some time, avoiding the residual ripples of heat, you might survive, permanently fucked up and twisted like you're always underwater refracted. But if you do go gas, there's nothing you can do if the air that was once you is mingled and mashed with the kicked up molecules of the enemy's former body. Big-kid-tested, motherf--ker approved."
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