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Shit, that's my job?

I thought, fucking. Our job was to guard the colors of your blood and paint the world and shit. Are you telling me that the sky will still be blue tomorrow even if I fell asleep. 


No wonder, my motherfucking mother keeps telling me to get a job.


Sure, man. I can murder people like crazy. I got wicked comedy skills.


One time I baked a pie, and threw it at a fucker.