Only when the creative destroyers and the destructive creators on the frontlines of the smashist onslaught begin pulling threads from the social fabric will the wool over your eyes begin to unravel. Do you need a lesson by example or do you need a lesson by force? When the spiders that crawl under your covers in the night begin to bite, they bite and bite. The crusaders of the not-quite-right sharpen their knives when you cut out the light. The spiders that crawl at night: they bite!
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