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RS: ATTENTION WORTHLESS HUMAN.
RS: THIS IS YOUR GOD SPEAKING.
RS: IT IS A WRATHFUL GOD WHO DESPISES YOU MORE THAN YOU COULD HAVE POSSIBLY DARED TO FEAR.
RS: I HAVE WATCHED YOUR ENTIRE PATHETIC LIFE UNFOLD.
RS: I HAVE OBSERVED YOU WHILE YOU WOULD QUAKE AND TREMBLE IN PERSONAL PRAYERS OF SHAME ACROSS THE MULTIVERSE.
RS: WHILE YOU PLEADED FORGIVENESS FOR BEING SUCH A WRETCHED DISGUSTING FAILURE LIKE YOUR FATHER ON EVERY CONCEIVABLE LEVEL.
RS: PROSTRATE BEFORE THE STUPID AND FALSE HEROES YOU HAVE PINNED THE POSTERS OF TO THE WALLS OF YOUR LAME ASS BEDROOM.
RS: BOGUS DEITIES WORSHIPED BY A PRIMITIVE "PARADISE" PLANET THAT MAKES HUMANITY DOOMED.
RS: BUT YOUR PRAYERS WILL NOT BE ANSWERED.
RS: THERE ARE NO MIRACLES IN STORE FOR YOU, KID.
RS: ONLY MY HATE.
RS: IT IS A HATE SO PURE AND INTENSE IT WOULD CONSUME YOUR SAD UNDERDEVELOPED TEENAGE BRAIN TO EVEN CONTEMPLATE.
RS: IT IS A HATE THAT TO FATHOM MUST BE PUT INTO SONG.
RS: SHRIEKED BY THE TEN THOUSAND ROWDY CLONE SPHINCTERS PEPPERING THE GRUESOME UNDERBELLY OF THE MOST TRUCULENT GOD THE FURTHEST DIMENSION THE UNIVERSE CAN MUSTER.
RS: BUT I AM ABSOLUTELY NOT DOING ANY OF THAT BROADWAY SHIT BECAUSE ITS TOO MUCH WORK.
RS: IT IS A HATE THAT MADE YOU AND WILL SURELY DESTROY YOU.
RS: MY HATE IS THE LIFEBLOOD THAT PULSES THROUGH THE VEINS OF THE MULTI-UNIVERSE.
RS: THROUGH YOUR REALITY.
RS: TO YOU.
RS: IT IS MY GIFT TO YOU.
RS: YOU'RE WELCOME FOR THAT.
RS: YOU UNGRATEFUL PIECE OF SHIT.
MS: oh my god its 2 am go the FUCK to bed
RS: I'M GONNA DRINK ALL THE MILK SO YOU WONT HAVE ANY FOR YOUR CEREAL.
MS: you fucker i hate you