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This Lad Likely Sounds Crazy To Ye, Eh?

No Mental Illness Here;

You're The Ill One, Martha!

They are not all good, Jack.

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Not everyone(?) out there loves and spreads shining roses, You see;

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Some are very, very ugly, Kid. They will slaughter Ye, drink Your Royal Blood.

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And You know what the biggest punchline is?

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Your governments ring your children up from the dark streets and feed them to the Monsters for technological favors they in turn use against you!

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Ha!

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Better wake up or you may mysteriously disappear at some point too.

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