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PCG: WHICH IS WHY YOUR BRAIN IS BROKEN, KIND OF FUCKED IT UP IN ITS OWN INCIPISPHERE, FROM SCRATCH.

PCG: AAAAUUUUUUGH OHFUCK OHFUCK OHFUCK OHFUCK OHFUCK OHFUCK OHFUCK OHFUCK OHFUCK OHFUCK OHFUCK OHFUCK OHFUCK OHFUCK

PCG: BEFORE YOU GO OFF AND LEAVE THE TROLL GIRLS ALONE.

PCG: MOTHERFUCKER, PLEASE.

PCG: THIS SENSE OF AGITATION IN MY HAND.

PCG: FUCK OFF.