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Dammit, Donnie; Why You Gotta Get All Smart On Us?

28 days...
6 hours...
42 minutes...
12 seconds.

That...
Is when the world...
Will end.


Sleepwalker, you're onto something.
Every living creature on earth dies alone;
Some people are just born with tragedy in their blood.
You could be a superhero, you know,
But you are a prisoner. You are a product of fear.
"BULLSHIT!"
Why do you wear that stupid man suit?

Grandma Death is out to get us all, but don't start running.
There would be no rule. There would only be you and your memories.
Cellar Door,
Cellar Door,
Deus ex machina...
What does it feel like, to love somebody, and they don't know you exist?


"You're right, actually. I am pretty- I'm, I'm pretty troubled and I'm,
I'm pretty confused. But I... and I'm afraid. Really, really afraid.
Really afraid. But I... I... I think you're the fucking Antichrist."

Stick up for them, son. They're just like you. Different and confused.
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