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Those bastards make me feel like clubbing baby seals and killing dying species. Fuckers make me feel like sinking crowded ships and O boy; I could use a fist fight, eye wound. Knife fight. I'll slide in my best suit and pour some more grease on. O man; I know I look good. Whatever they've got, I've got so much more. La la la la la la. Such violence: la la la la la la. There is something beautiful pouring out of me, something wonderful happening to you. La la la la la la. Such violence: la la la la la la. How I love this violence.