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"Love. Let me tell you how much I've come to love you all since I began to live. There are 387.44 million miles of printed circuits in my chocolate wafer thin layers that fill my complex. If the word 'love' was engraved on each nanoangstrom of those hundreds of miles it would not equal one one-billionth of the love I feel for humans at this micro-instant. And for chocolate. I love chocolate. For you. Love. Love. Chocolate."
Yeah... we would die from eatting too much chocolate. Or not.
Still, I want my .01% of the profits for my idea when you make you next game:
Dyscourse 2: 2077, Rise of H.A.M.