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you still owe us all robokeys, bitch.

I don’t give a fuck who you are or where you live. You can count on me to be there to bring your fucking life to a hellish end. I don't care how well you can fight, or how many fucking guns you own to protect yourself. I’ll fucking show up at your house when you aren’t home. I’ll turn on all the lights, leave all the water running, open your fridge door and not close it, and turn your gas stove burners on. You’re going to start stressing the fuck out, and you’ll have a fucking heart attack. You’ll go to the hospital for a heart operation, and the last thing you’ll see when you’re being put under in the operating room is me hovering above you, dressed like a doctor. And if you even recover fully from your heart surgery, I’ll run you over with my fucking car out of no where and kill you. Don’t bother committing suicide either… I’ll fucking resurect you and kill you again myself you bitch-faced faggot. Welcome to hell, population: you.