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Eventually, through the power of suggestion, he became one of those people that has replaced their entire brain chemistry with drugs that they purchase in the back of an Islamic grocery store through a complex barter arrangement involving chickens. You know the type.
We used to make fun of him for it, but only because we were afraid it would catch on.

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We carried the package to the trash bag sitting in the corner of that alley in the main arsenic-head district of the city, the one mentioned in the instructions. The fumes were pretty bad, but the serious arsenic heads were too weak to cause any trouble, so we only had to kill the ones that incessantly threw cabbage at us. I took a swig of Old Drunkard^TM from the flask stuffed into my Genuine Foreskin purse, to steady my nerves. Joe pulled the cuneiform tablet from his backpack, and read off the check list of what to do next. Thank Ishtar for all those childhood years he thought were wasted in Sumerian School.