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considering this app round, oc is from yet another zombie filled verse.
So, wait. Lemme see if I get you.
You wanna send me to space. With showers, and food, and nobody holding a fuckin' gun to my head to make sure their graves get napalmed and fast.
And the biggest shit I got to worry about there is jumpsuits and a creeper with a red pen fetish? Shit, I'll call him professor and bend on over just for the shower alone.
What I'm saying is, get the fuck moving. Mama needs a brand new pair of socks.
...No, seriously. I'm out.
You wanna send me to space. With showers, and food, and nobody holding a fuckin' gun to my head to make sure their graves get napalmed and fast.
And the biggest shit I got to worry about there is jumpsuits and a creeper with a red pen fetish? Shit, I'll call him professor and bend on over just for the shower alone.
What I'm saying is, get the fuck moving. Mama needs a brand new pair of socks.
...No, seriously. I'm out.

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maybe it's her obvious appreciations for showers.
as if that doesn't sound creepy as hell or anything. ]
Finally.
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Why everybody up here keeps bitching about space is a goddamn mystery, if you ask me. Boo freakin' hoo, you get as many square a day as you want and and hot showers. I'm crying for 'em all.
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