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That's fine, you fuckers. Go ahead and find somewhere else to pluck your guitars with your dicks and cry about how nobody appreciates your art. Personally, I don't give a shit. People can bleed anywhere. In a cafeteria or an auditorium. These people just wanted to bleed with more space.
But shit, did you have to spoil the fun? Ran out without much of a fight, our plans completely went to shit. Fucking lucky bastards, because I would have sewn your faces together and peeled your backs for the fucking dogs.
That's OK though. Me an'the boys'll find something else to do. Besides, the kid and I gotta do some house hunting.
Hey, baby. Didn't catch your name, but you know who you are. Still goin' back to the hospital if you want in. Gotta find some new toys to break.