The amount of time and effort they spend on destroying minds, could be well spent on saving their own. Now I'm going to do something stupid as intelligently as possible, dull look over there, a stolen heart, she needs extraction eventually. I hope we can find a beach with no broken glass or dog merde sculptures. The sand. We need a house. At least she does. She might be a little ticked because we are now a celebrity couple and I'm still on the front lawn not even trying to break back into the mansion. The password to the sprinkler system is what? I'm sure you want me to take a shower on occasion. Naked? Grass clippings? She needs the dopamine anyway. I know I'm always write, can you please sharpen my pencil. We're a thing now. No escape. She hates the lag on that joke. And begs me for technology. A TV in a TV or something. Eventually I do need to look at her top secret plans and see how much she loves me. She would even look good in poverty. The twist I give her. An Angel I need to teach how to drive the get away car, our Belle is a magic judge. Pay roll lottery tickets for everyone. A game system. Are you mad really? What else would you be doing with your life? You ticked me. I want to date you in every Universe. And do something boring on occasion like a TV commercial. At least the war was civil for once. Have a few drinks get drunk and call me. I'll pick up the tab with my freedom. I'm such an Internet caveman.
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