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Gothie boy and emo wench find themselves trapped in a stereotypical yet perpetually rotating lump of gooey emo pudding. (If you realize what this is, then ask yourself... how much free time do you have on your hands?) "Is that a blister?" "Hey, Emo Wench... Remind me to kill you some time today..." "Now?" "No, not now..." "But why not? I've asked all of my friends to kill ever since crawling out of my mother's..." THAT's... not the point... "Is that a blister?" I just want to get out of here before a bunch of anti-'us'es come over in trucker hats to watch people take left turns for 2 hours. "Isn't that dedication?" Not so much as jumping in front of traffic... "Good idea..." Right...