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I wear red trenchcoats, verbally assault devils (until they cry), and physically assault my brother. When I look in the mirror, I can't help but say "jackpot" (which is from my gambling addiction.) I died my hair white because I don't care so now I have to wear it in a bowl cut and I don't care what people think so shut the ♥♥♥♥ up Nero! You're just dead weight! I always leave a sword in my chest, and go out of my way to show it to everyone so they are reminded that I am half devil. When I see three headed dogs being chained to the wall I make fun of them for not being free like I am. I can't have sex with my girlfriend anymore without forcing her to dress up as Lady or Trish, both of whom remind me of my mom. When I order pizza, I order it with everything but complain about the olives. I should have been the one to fill your dark soul with LIIIGGGHHHT!!