some sort of power, you know ...uh... ...no, no, wait. I mean... ...uhhhh... the suits with the backing of the manager of that boy band or else, maybe the president's brother who are merely the pawns of ...yeah, yeah, yeah... all those stupid crows were digging away at the plastics. and I know they won't stop visiting me. and, let's just say for now that they ...uhhhh... got in bed with the dog track regulators ...er... in order to monopolize a clean-burning, perpetual energy source. ...yeah, yeah, yeah... Can I really be the only person who sees this?
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