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I don't think you start with the weapons, but it's been over a year since I made this, so
It's commonplace for retarded kids to approach me with 11 inch dildos eagerly waiting to shove it up the ass of the nearest underage hooker. Thus relying on me for the location of them as well as sub-organism hamsters bleeding out with no emotion on their faces to place in nice, long socks and proceed to bash them against all the pieces of furniture at my local ikea until their only remnants are their mashed up pulpy insides. One may assume that I'm having the time of my life writing this because I'm a 14 year old virgin with no life, but in all honesty, I'd rather cook my vegetable state great grandmother alive to later eat her charred remains than write this shitty parable. I feel confident in proclaiming that god has abandoned us and there is no more purpose in our existence (if there was any to begin with). So we as a species should find the tallest building and all dive head first off it and plummet to our inevitable deaths.