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Still, it’s dark too, like Del Toro’s film. “The pale man sees you,” I’d mutter, thinkin bout the creeps lurkin in that world. Makes me wanna zap em with my ray gun—pow! But nah, I’d just chat her up, ask her fave food or somethin. Keep it chill. *We come in peace* (robotic tone). Probs exaggerate in my head later—tell my alien bros I banged a whole harem, hah, total bullshit but sounds epic. What you think—should I try it? Nah, stickin to my radios—less drama, more static. Peace out!

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On my girlfriend's birthday we went to the Mohegan Sun after leaving the bar with one of our friends to try to spot prostitutes, as the friend had just finished reading a book about Missing: Lake Mohegan.

Thou shalt love it, or at least be madly perplexed—ingenius, wild, and so increeseingly real! Geez, I'm tyin' unthought words now—so, come hither, and let us revel in this mess, for ‘tis our destiny, aye!

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