dude, dov, don't poke me on my back where i farging fell and *hurt*myself last night. smart smart boy.
grrrrrrrrrrrr. watch out, i bite when i get angry. watch your back, boy. and whimpering will only serve to piss me off more. trust me. and if you somehow succeed in getting away from me, jessica knows where you live. and she will hunt you down.
ah, the relief of being mean to other people...
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