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Every teen punk with a gun will be all over you, and you'll have to kill them all, till one day a ten-year old comes up behind you and says "reach for the sky, mister!" and then you give up and walk away, so the little jerk shoots you in the arse. And then you'll crawl inside a whiskey bottle and never surmount the guilt and shame of laying waste to thousands of rookies.
[Edited on 8/4/2004 12:04:11 PM]