This time it's war. Face down on the bed, preaching to the choir. I don't see anyone else around here. Isolation Tank, this is a weapon of war. It's here to remove you from everything, BY FORCE. We were born alone and we live alone and we die alone. Do us all a favor, buddy and take yourself out of the picture.
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I'm sorry, did you say something?
Boo.
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