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Alright
Let me help you guys out here, but first, I'm going to tell you a story.
There once was this man named Pedro Gomez. He was a cuban. Not a fucking mexican. Well one day, him, his black friend, and his preist/rapist buddy Paul walk into a bar.
Well Pedro decides to keep poking his black friend. Over and over again. A never ending poke. POKE POKE POKE POKE. You can imagine the cruelty behind this. Well his black friend busts out his glock and pumps Pedro full of bullets.
Now the Priest/Rapist is freaking out. He grabs this nine year old boy and starts "teaching" him a few things. The black guy pumps the nine year old boy full of bullets, and then the same too the Priest/Rapist.
Finally, the black man goes outside and steals some hub caps and goes on his way.
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"We did not choose to become robots. There was an accident in our studio. We were working on our sampler, and at exactly 9:09 a.m. on September 9, 1999, it exploded. When we regained consciousness, we discovered that we had become robots."
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