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My Superego would have asked, "If you're hurt, may I kiss it all better for you, especially if those girls from trentcanibiteyourthigh.com got ahold of you?"
My Id would have asked, "Could you autograph this?" and handed him a marriage certificate.
But in the end, my Ego would have pushed both of those fuckers to the ground, cleared her throat and said "Pardon those morons, but I have a question; In the interest of preventing Idiocracy, might I bear you an heir or two, or as many as it takes to spawn a child without your schnoz?"
The voices in my head suck.
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