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[fuckingkillthem]

[In view is Hiruma, sitting on his bed, piles of various rifles, handguns, ammo, grenades, etc, on the floor and tables. There's a pile of maybe forty cellphones on one side of him, and his laptop is resting on his knee. He's looking almost unnaturally happy.]

I think the motherfucking spirit of Christmas past was here or some shit.