We're just a bunch of fucking spazz kids, chock full of all of the asbestos from all these stupid office spaces. Just tell me where my fucking desk is, you dingus! You spend your life behind your desk, yes, to drive that stupid fucking Lexus. You try to tell me what the best is. Why don't you just give it a rest, kid? We're just a bunch of stupid punk kids just trying not to get arrested. Don't touch me. Hey, fuck off. I can't breathe. (Stop resisting.) You spend your life behind your desk, yes, to drive that stupid fucking Lexus. You try to tell me what the best is. Why don't you just give it a rest, kid?


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