Go on . . . We don't need you anyways . . . . Just leave . . . . frackin quiters . . . . We'll be better off without you, just you wait, we'll find someone 10 times hotter, and a 100 times smarter then you who won't leave her panty hose hanging off of an oil rig to dry . . . . We're already feeling better without you . . . yeah I'm gonna call my single friend B.C., and we're gonna go out and rip it up and pick up new ones . . . . What do you mean that your moving into B.C.?
Please come back
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My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
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