If nothingness comes out of us, who's going to continue to accompany me to stuff popeye's biscuit into my mouth in an attempt to compete to be the fastest eater, obviously knowing that the biscuit is hard to digest? Who's going to make a mess out of the whole place and say we eat like dogs? And who's going to let me poke and take retarded pictures with?
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