"Now, now, my good man, this is not the time for making enemies."
-Voltaire's last words, on his death bed when asked by a priest to renounce Satan. Funny little bugger, that Voltaire. Have to start thinking about what will be my last words. One never knows when one has to spit them out, so better to be prepared, like a faggy little boy scout.
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