We knew the blubbering one in glasses would yield the most meat.

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Thank god it's winter, or it would stink, too.	I can't stop drooling	We will fight and I will win	why I like fat bastards
Better luck next time	juicy	You have to watch out for the quiet ones	Violence is the first refuge of people in a hurry
from where I stand I can see they have already won	close to the bone	A bitter man rots from within	Into a featureless face, they carve a smile.
only honest knives are found buried in backs	Waste not, want not	Which is not to be found in our obituaries	And weeping dogs row boats of flesh
Blank as the windows of a skull	Around an empty grave	straight razor	silent majority
There will be nobody there to shed a tear	luck of the draw	group therapy	Hush

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