I'm not ignoring you. I'm just dying.
Well, I might be exaggerating. But I'm pretty sure the next time I sneeze, my head will seriously explode. My eyes won't stop watering, and the breathing fire can't be good for my insides. I'll get back to you someday.
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Can I get that 10 bucks you owe me before you die? And my egg beater?
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