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| 100% | Take it all up, pick it off the altar My cock's a hoes and we never falter It's my own personal recipe Smooth as dicky I surely'll agree Morals are a subject for starting at the bait Dokus send me wet now watch us shot master bait Ate his hoes about the right son of eight Tyranny tear to all the naked blade | ▶️ |
| 96% | I heard about this guy in his own way that way. He had a stream. He said he was going to die in the airplane crash the next day. So instead of going on his mission, he decided to take a sip day. Once he got a haircut instead. Well, his squadron came back unharmed. No problem. But there was an accident on the pace. | ▶️ |
| 98% | Yo man, somebody got straight in this nigga out. I know man, but what we gonna do about it? We gonna leave him a message on his machine that he ain't never gonna forget. | ▶️ |
| 99% | My predecessor and his job, a hard man named Charles Grady, is the winner-caretaker. He came up here with his wife and two little girls who think about Aiden 10. From what I've been told, I mean, he seemed like a completely normal individual. But at some point during the winter, he must have suffered some kind of a complete mental breakdown. He ran a muck and killed his family with an axe. Stacked him neatly in one of the rooms of the West Wing, and then he put both barrels of a shotgun in his mouth. | ▶️ |
| 100% | His mother asked him... about... | ▶️ |
| 99% | 1187, Hunter-Voss. That's the hotel, what? Where I live? Nice place, I sure guess. Is that part of the test? No, just warming up, that's all. It's not fancy or anything. You're in a desert, walking along in the sand when all this is the test now? Yes, you're in a desert, walking along in the sand when all of a sudden you look at it. What world? What desert? Doesn't make any difference what desert is completely hypothetical. But after my breathing, maybe you're fed up. Maybe you want to be by yourself, who knows? You look down and you see a tortoise, Leon. It's crawling towards you. Tortoise? What's that? You know what a turtle is? Of course. Same thing. Never seen a turtle. But I understand what you mean. You reach down and you flip the tortoise over on his back, Leon. You make up these questions, Mr. Holden, and they write them down for you. The tortoise lays on his back, his belly baking in a hot sun beating his legs trying to turn himself over, but it can't. Not without your help. Would you not help him? What do you mean I'm not helping? I mean you're not helping. Why is that Leon? They're just questions, Leon. In answer to your query, they're written down for me. It's a test designed to provoke an emotional response. Shall we continue? Describe in single words only the good things that come into your mind. About your mother? My mother? Yeah. Let me tell you about my mother. | ▶️ |
| 98% | 1187, Hunter-Voss. That's the hotel, what? Where I live? Nice place, I sure guess. Is that part of the test? No, just warming up, that's all. It's not fancy or anything. You're in a desert, walking along in the sand when all this is the test now? Yes, you're in a desert, walking along in the sand when all of a sudden you look at it. What world? What desert? Doesn't make any difference what desert is completely hypothetical. But after my breathing, maybe you're fed up. Maybe you want to be by yourself, who knows? You look down and you see a tortoise, Leon. It's crawling towards you. Tortoise? What's that? You know what a turtle is? Of course. Same thing. Never seen a turtle. But I understand what you mean. You reach down and you flip the tortoise over on his back, Leon. You make up these questions, Mr. Holden, and they write them down for you. The tortoise lays on his back, his belly baking in a hot sun beating his legs trying to turn himself over, but it can't. Not without your help. Would you not help him? What do you mean I'm not helping? I mean you're not helping. Why is that Leon? They're just questions, Leon. In answer to your query, they're written down for me. It's a test designed to provoke an emotional response. Shall we continue? Describe in single words only the good things that come into your mind. About your mother? My mother? Yeah. Let me tell you about my mother. | ▶️ |
| 100% | Thus, as the theme is about sleep, a paranormal nation enters his mind, a voice going in his subconscious. It must be heard, mocked by his comrade agents. They lead his on his own, must find another means of escape or explode with a ship. | ▶️ |
| 97% | We're now more down into the library at the USS Randall, and we are now only minutes away from sailing time. And Elvis Presley will shortly be on his way to Germany and return to the United States. Well, who knows? It'll be some time anyway. Elvis, we have just a small group of few moments to talk about things. I know you're pretty tired, Phil. You've had a busy couple days getting here to the Brooklyn port and getting ready to leave. Have a chance? Yes, sir. That's right. | ▶️ |
| 96% | Hampack is my green nigga, so you gotta figure out what this game is all about No doubt racing all around just like diving round and round about Being number one might look very easy, but doing it in real is really sleazy Hampack knows the shit to good and bad for his mood, so we gotta get some food In here a pertain is part of the game to get into the whole thing This is the solution and not some abuse, young Cause in this case self pollution is the way to get up to the top | ▶️ |
