Thanks to Xiao di di, I now have WONDERWALL GOING THROUGH MY HEAD, AND THE ONLY THING THAT CAN SCRUB IT CLEAN, LIKE A MISTER CLEAN MAGIC ERASER IN MY SKULL, IS MIKA. I HATE YOU, NICHOLAS H. CRUENTUM. I COME FROM THE LAND OF COAL; YOU'RE LUCKY IT'S SO FUCKING HEAVY OR I'D SEND YOU A BIG OLD LUMP OF IT. I was going to make a joke about squeezing
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