

Blank CreationI see the chasm widening in front of me. I can't back away. It calls in a logning voice; a long lost friend. I try to push on, I try to pull back. For all my efforts the ground continues to crack. Piece by piece my life is sucked away. A bare shell remains. Mold of me what you will. Turn me into your perfection.Blank Creation
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Saboo: Kirk, is it true that you've become a vehicular menace, mowing down all in your path?
The Mighty Boosh
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*Dark-Arts-Asylum Resident, Room 223
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Peter Griffin: A DESK of cheesits? Where are you getting these units of measurement?
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*Dark-Arts-Asylum Resident, Room 223
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