Pleease. Go away. I yam sleepeen'. I ged no rest ad nighd. I mos keep my Meesers awaghe. Why? Porque? Because I yam a cad. I domesticaded myself man, doan' you read the papers?
Eeds a bad weegh por peds, man. RIP, Rufer. I know you wor a darg. Bod your people lorfed you man. Do you know they are borneen' a candle para you ad nighd? Goodnighd, Darg. You wor blag lighe me.
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