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Aw. . . . *sniff* I'm all choked up, uncle phil. *smiles tearily* I always have wanted to sit up on that high seat and run people down, crushing them under the wheels of the machine and coating their broken, bloodied bodies with a thin, smooth sheen of ice!
I'm so hap- *sob* . . . Just stay out of my way tomorrow! *runs off, crying happily*
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