chapter four

The frame zooms in on the auntie's face. Phum controls the size of the frame. Brother Boy, you zoom in even more. It's on the brand. Fon, please check. There's no tie-in, right? The female assistant holds the question script. She rubs her eyes as she looks at the question. Nope. But wouldn't you like the atmosphere behind her, Brother Phum? Phum pokes his head in. The mobs are gradually approaching. I think we'll keep it as a cutaway for later, but there's nothing that could convey any... symbolism, any political symbols? Brother Boy, there probably isn't anything except a regular juice shop. Phum looks at the nameless sign. Phum emphasizes that I already told you that I have to sell enough juice. Okay, brother. Let's get to the point. Please introduce yourself and tell me that you've been to every mob of every color. I feel that... The auntie selling juice stares into the camera without blinking. I mean, auntie, wait a minute. What should I get everyone? I'll have Thai tea. Does anyone want anything? I'll have the same one. Okay, bring me three glasses. Auntie do it right now. Auntie frowns, meaning right now. Auntie starts to grab her equipment. How long have you been selling? She looks at Phum's mouth. It's been a long time. But did sales improve during the protests? As soon as she sees a lot of people, she goes there. Phum quickly presses her with a question. What color is your aunt? Auntie laughed. As I said, I can be any color. Why? Do you mean why didn't you choose? Auntie thinks like this, it wouldn't be good for both sides. Can I not answer?

Phum nodded. Cut. Actually, it's okay because if Auntie answered, I'm too lazy to censor her face. She smiled and handed Phum an iced tea. Give me her ear. Auntie will tell you what she found and what they don't know. Auntie smiled and was about to gossip. Phum started to feel embarrassed. Let's say, I think we'll do it another time, auntie. I think it'll be long. This is a short news clip of my auntie. I might make a separate documentary. Fon asked for Auntie's number and made a gesture to pay. I mean, I have a big banknote. Fon always has it. This isn't in the interview budget. Let's borrow it first. I'll transfer it back to you. Fon was searching for money in her receipt bag. Auntie refused. It's only 60 baht. Auntie will take it. Don't give it to me. Phumie won't take it. I'll accept it because there's a budget. I'll come back and ask to interview them first. Fon is looking for about 3 people. Any gender. There's a teenager, a working person, and someone over 60. Let me walk around for a while for the rest. Boy, can I have some cigarettes? Boy asked, "Didn't you say you broke up already? Why did you say that? Here, give me all of them." Phum refused the lighter and pretended to walk to the guard who was standing and lighting a cigarette in a corner far from everyone else. "Can I borrow your lighter?" The guard who still looked like a teenager handed him the lighter. "This is your brother." Phum nodded and lit the cigarette, but secretly turned his face away so that he could not blow it into his lungs. Fon looked around the girls, but she was shy. She pointed at her friend, who was also shy. Fon smiled wryly and turned to look at Phum. They smiled and laughed and talked like they were acquainted. The two smiled and shook hands. Phum laughed and pointed at the cameraman. He nodded, interested in joining the interview and walked to the cameraman with a smile. Phum looked confused and looked at the remaining cigarettes. He quickly threw them away, meaning he could not find a trash can. He stuffed the cigarettes into his pants pocket and followed the guard. Meanwhile, Fon looked annoyed. "If you are busy, it's okay. I'm sorry, I haven't put on makeup yet. I'll give you both twenty minutes. Please help me." Phum pleaded with both of them. "Um, can I have thirty minutes?" Phum said okay, then I'll come back later. We should go that way. When Phum pointed at a place with a lot of people, a bomb went off. The bright light from the crowded spot, the screaming people, Boy was shocked and froze, Phum opened his mouth wide and looked at the camera that was recording. Brother, brother, Brother Boy, are you filming? Brother Boy, Phum, let's hurry up and go. Brother is afraid that he will look around, there are bags, trash cans and things that make him feel scared. But when he looked back, the camera and tripod were gone because Phum was carrying them to film the chaos. Phum shouted loudly, Brother Boy, take the team to the car, brother. Let me take... the picture!!!

The light exploded again, which was bigger than the last time, like heaven and earth. Everyone crouched down. Fon was shocked, sweeping her arms to find her glasses. While Brother Boy was lying down hurt, there was a piece of glass stuck in his lower abdomen. Fon, Brother Boy, are you okay? Brother Boy looked at the wound, he was still okay. He slowly pulled out the piece of glass that was stuck in his stomach, but it was so long that he took a deep breath and pulled it out. But the image in front of him made Brother Boy dizzy because there was only the camera and tripod that fell.

At the spot where Phum used to stand, he looked around, there was no man in bright colors. Fon, Fon, where did Phum go? Fon looked at the atmosphere of fleeing for his life, which was a news image of the latest situation. Breaking news, reporters reported the bombing incident in the area of the protest to oust the government. The authorities are urgently investigating from witnesses, collecting evidence, and searching for the missing person. Phum's face is shown on the TV screen. The camera focuses on Fon. She can't stop crying. He's gone, gone, like he's not there. The reporter asks, is it possible that Nong hit her head? Phi Boy is angry. You guys aren't crazy. He's like... a ghost. I don't know what it is, but someone has to explain what happened. The reporter turns to the cameraman. The authorities confirm that no organs or parts of the victim were found. Fon is crying loudly. What are you talking about? Where's the victim? Phi Phum isn't dead yet. He's not dead yet. Phi Boy, hug her. Don't cry, Fon. Don't cry. He's still here. He's still here. Hey, Phi, I just want a variety of ages. You're the representative of the elders. Please help me. Uncle, if you're called elders, I won't help you if you still call them elders. Squinting, bored eyes. Phum, it's your term. Oh, calling me uncle, I've been thinking and thinking. This is why I've been calling you elders for a long time. The elders smile and nod. It has to be like this. Phum, okay, please follow me over there. Right here. The sound is very loud. He points to the same spot, which is now empty. Phum frowns. The same spot where the explosion happened. He looks around for a while. The sound is like a bullet. Phoom was shocked and quickly covered his ears. He turned and saw paper puppets of politicians and followers of the opposing side, crowding around, throwing paper houses, luxury cars, but they were all joss paper money. This was very easy to cut because it wasn't different. He smiled and picked up his phone to talk, as if everything was non-violent. Everyone was shouting, Get out, Get out. Phoom covered his ears with his phone. He knew, he knew. Phoom hurriedly walked over and talked to Fon, "Hey, are you idling? The sun is a little hot."

Fon rubbed her eyes and looked at the time. It's Sunday. What are you talking about? You're at the mob. Brother Touch already told you that we don't do political news anymore. It's risky. I mean, to report the news to them. Phum nodded. Okay, okay. Then why didn't anyone tell me? How are you going to go back? I came in the team's car. The money in my pocket, damn it! Phum was shocked when he took out the car keys in a daze. How did he get here? He grumbled to himself and looked at the parking lot. It turned out to be an old classic car parked. Phum frowned as he hung up without reason. Before walking to unlock the car and sit there, confused. Looking at the protesters dancing, shouting and cursing. Phum was still dazed but could gather his senses a little. How did I get here? Or what? It must be him. That son of a bitch. He took out a large roll of marijuana and looked left and right. Hey, if it's legal, it's like this. No more. He scolded the marijuana before backing the car away. But the police were waiting at the exit. Phum thought. Fuck. I'm going to be banned from driving today. He secretly threw the roll of marijuana on the road. Before driving for a little bit, he couldn't hold it in. He opened the door and took out the marijuana. And walk to throw the trash can before walking back to sit again and drive slowly. Everything is normal. Very pure. He thought of looking up. The insurance is over. No need to install. It's been two years. What should I do? I just fixed the car. Keep it in mind. And when driving close, the officer looked at the time. And they walked away raw. Bhum sighed deeply. He couldn't help but laugh.

Live reports from around the world. Foreign news agencies reported unexpected explosions. Headlines of strange energy waves piercing through space. Shaking the sun. Estimating solar light And enormous energy affecting the earth's atmosphere. And it all started with the missing man. Slow motion. The highest detail is like a mirror. Unless the receiver can support it. And adjust to a 3D image. Zoom in on the explosion. This is advanced technology that we all share with each other for the great research of man. Many countries condemned the bomb. And international forces joined hands and headed straight to Thailand. Because the governments of both sides could not handle the situation. There was a riot. A group of high school girls were chased and shot by a group of men. Before shooting And someone jumped in to stop, to stop for a moment, before they shot to capture the girl they wanted. The death toll had risen to tens of thousands, surpassed a hundred thousand, and was approaching a million. Dark image of the door of the pig slaughterhouse. The soldiers were dragged with chains, their arms tied by foreign bodyguards who carried them floating. They tied them to the hanging chains. Their ranks were gone, leaving only their wife wrapped around her, who looked like a coyote in a military uniform. She looked at her husband. She was afraid of his face. No, no, no. Phum walked in, took off his shirt and had just filled a large batch of drugs. He lit a straight tube of crystal meth until it was empty and blew on his sad wife. He turned to ask the man who was struggling as if it was scalded by hot water, his arms or legs. He meant, I'm letting you look at the left side, which is your wife. You have a choice, whether to cut off your wife or yourself. Me, you damn bastard, you animal. Phum quickly threw the glass tube and grabbed a machete from the board and quickly slashed his arm. Is the speed fast enough, you damn face? He screamed and writhed in his wife's eyes. Next, your arm or your wife's leg. Take it. Take it. Take it. Phumi quickly cut off the arm of the man's wife who was trying to hold back her breath. Gradually, there were sacks of salt coming in. They threw them on top of each other. Many were wriggling around like sex dolls. No arms, no legs, only heads, like fish.

And behind them were a group of full-fledged generals who had lost their limbs, but there were young girls, boys, female organs, piles of internal organs, torn to pieces until they looked like nothing. Phumi NEXT He shouted like wild animals.

There is no way that someone who crashes a car into an electric pole and lets their side die. Most of the time, the people next to them will die instead. By instinct, Phumi took off the orange plugs in his ears. They were all still alive and enjoyed themselves as if nothing had happened. While those colors were extinct, they all belonged to you. Phumi looked up at the sky. He started to have a sore neck and shook his head. The shrill cries echoed endlessly. RLAD!!! Look at me, brother. You have to look up. The guard who looked like God of WAR didn't dare to look him in the eye. You're still here, right? It's gone. Do you know that before I got to this point, my two sisters, my college-aged niece And the same elementary or high school boys, fuck it. Your cunt is broken. You almost got a body left because I killed one person. Then I'll bury the whole world because you never stop. You're so self-absorbed! God of Disappears Happens, fuck. I think you're the right person to tell the whole world! That I'm going to search for you, that damn dimension that did this to my family. You just woke up the devil. And you have to wake up all of them. My mom died. You won't survive. And if you don't take his family now, I'll curse you again. Over and over again until! Shit! Mother Bhum called out in his head. Phiang Bhum! He went down and writhed. Mom!! Where are you? Bhum plugged in his headphones. Wireless. Because it was a cut wire. What did you do?

Bhumi Marijuana Dimension Sits looking at the body of a stranger's mother. I've cut your mother's neck! But you should know that we are orphans. We can be anything. Just whoever takes you back, I don't know. I'm sorry. When will you be done? You idiot. Drag his father in, you asshole. Do you think that I suck meat and love peace, you asshole? You should know that that's the shirt family. Your mother, you asshole. I don't even want to talk. Even one color, you fucking idiot. Bhum grabbed some ice to smoke, then greeted through the wireless headphones. Meaning the line. Bhum, the signal was cut off for ages. What the hell are you and I arguing about? Is this clear enough? Pack your things properly, because my world is no small feat. People are coming in one after another. You're not the only one who believes you are Hitler. But let me tell you, don't sleep for 12 hours and then not tell anyone to wake you up. You haven't slept in years... I can't remember. Hey, who's that? Tell me a number! I know everyone is afraid of Hitler's rage. But the problem is, you've centralized power all by yourself. As for me, I have a team of friends in black, standing behind the sofa, putting their hands around Bhum's neck. But they turned around and didn't see a single person. Bhum, bhumi. Did you just see Lv. 1, a female Neo writer-type? Change Room Now

Now is it complete? How much? 11 dimensions But please, you son of a bitch, don't play that song. The DJ inserts the disc and prepares to rap. Aviicii Let's just say I just want to rap and say 11 is fine, but why? There's a woman, Joy. She replied, Because I'm faster than all of you, you son of a bitch. It's so easy. You're crazy, you guys. You're writing in your diary. Is that Joy? It's me, remember? We're the Butterfly Effect. All 11 dimensions, 11 identities, all speaking at the same time. Put down your toys first.

Phum is perfectly fat, but he looks oversized. He's arranging toys. He throws toys in frustration. You guys get out. You guys get out. Phum the scientist sighed. Only one who didn't use drugs. But as he spoke, his mother gave Phum a tonic. He hugged Phum tightly like an elementary school kid.

Cut back to outside the slaughterhouse. Phum (killing people) You know the funny thing is that you don't even know that there's almost nothing left. I don't know that you guys will wake up like me. Wake me up. Scientist. Come on, how many times have I told Vader not to accept banned songs? I mean my dimension, huh? Sorry, nonsense. Everyone said at the same time. It's legal. Because his father didn't want it. After dying from suicide, I think the mathematician is still in somewhere in a parallel dimension. Bhum only said numbers. Everyone said at the same time. Except the scientist. Silence. Alien. Summarized the whole chapter by me. I still feel sorry for the man who needed rest. He shouldn't have left so soon. Just get some cold water and get plenty of sleep. I mean, you wake up from a hangover. Like a glass that's overflowing. And in the morning, you Sang. Fuck! Hell, I want to die. Luckily we got to listen to long free download songs, right? Let me write, Joy. Joy shouted, you golden flower! That's beautiful. Beautiful, turn your face and stick your mouth out. You're fucking beautiful. What's going on now? Has anyone quit smoking? I might go see you tonight. Stop, you asshole. I can't imagine you as a ladyboy. So disgusting. If it's not Nong Poy, don't talk. She frowned. Who's Nong Poy? She looked at her own face. My dimension doesn't know. Oh, I guess I'll win hands down. Because there are only beautiful people here. Hey, has anyone quit smoking yet? I'm going to show off and can I borrow your voice? I mean the mood of the musician. That son of a bitch, if my favorite girl, Poy, heard her, she'd be close. If you're as pretty as her, I'd marry her. Honestly, neither of you nor I want to have kids or a wife! I think that song's not suitable. It's pretty. I want it acoustic. I don't want to sing a man's song. You can only imagine me as a transvestite. She went to a concert full of people. The music was playing. Everyone sang along in unison. Some were hoarse, some were off-key. The director hummed the song. He wrote it on the board. In the end, I'm going to write everything and make it a movie. Everyone said at the same time. Hitler. Bhum was startled. He quickly reached out to ask. The drawing of the alien Grey, the scientist holding a bong, calculating, and the scientist holding a tube of chemicals. There were cute cartoon characters of all 11 entities. If I assumed I had this, it would mean the whole world would have this. Right, guys? I mean, I'm saved. Dilios, I'm that guy. Big brother Vader, the scientist shouted loudly. He threw your stuff. Stop! Teasing him! The scene cuts to the writer. It's ridiculous. People call me that. There's no way in my society. Bhum looked at the three hundred posters. He looks at the man with bandages over his eyes. Phum is crazy and yells like crazy. You guys still won't stop? Are you insulting each other again? I will hunt you all down. Phum, the director, shakes his head. In the three hundred, he is the one who is supposed to tell the Romans to unite. Because of his words, King Leonidas ordered him to be a survivor. Anyway, you guys won't charge for writing. Bullet theory, call it nicely. Cinema is the seventh art. But it still can't compete with my father. Tesla Win. Phum frowned at the new camera, Red Epic, before telling his friends to put it in the car. Let's say Thomas alwa adison E The asshole E Everyone cheered. Damn it. How is it so hard? Edison Who spells like you? Phum hurriedly scratched the wall. The Thai language gave it to him. Let's say there should be a camera there. To capture images of liars, deceitful people. You don't exist. We only have 11, but what you did isn't human. We call them 12. You asshole, dick, cunt, bitch-face! Yeah!! You said blah blah blah. Phum walked past his subordinates. Did you do it again? Never mind, I'm just a pussy. I'm so handsome and rich. Bhum slapped his junior, thanking him. He opened the editing room where the whole story was being made. If you don't really kill, it won't happen! But when are you ready to kill yourself again and again? Everyone said at the same time, that's enough, and kept on slamming. Who would have thought that you would really believe it? That motherfucker said I wrote the script, made the movie, it's an action movie! You can't listen and believe everything. How many millions of pills do you have, you bastard? Bhum killed people, frowned at the millions of pills in the sacks, for me and you. Bhum all lit the same drug, and sang until the end. The scientist took two pictures of Aviicii at the beginning, which had a group of trees that looked like a parallel universe. The reporter reported. The reporter version of Bhum pretended to laugh when he saw the similarity picture sent from home. He said that it was possible that parallel dimensions really existed. When the universe, um... Mr. youniverse, I think doing this is inappropriate for the passing of a great EDM musician. He should be the first person I know of that word, Joe. If I were his father, I would have done the same. Send back Aviicii's songs freedownload So we have beautiful songs for you to listen to. All songs Bhum, with respect to the legend Every song will be immortal Forever You don't have any new songs to listen to But there is still you, Phum He slapped his arm Almost to the nipples The boyfriend who hurried his pants like a gay The two kissed Phum asked Do you think they are real And Phum stood alone before jumping off the top of the building Hey I said if I'm bored I'll go see you Reporter brother Almost forgot the father of LGBT! Handsome brother, can you hear the fans? Phum's face with the gay reporter couple And the message GOD IS REAL With a parallel universe

Killer Bhumi looks at the picture of family, father, mother, and child, and the small house without a fence like in the advertisement, but you never ask me if I work or have a family. You just call me a murderer, murderer. He finished speaking and threw himself in the bus. The family photo fell to the ground. Now, no one has children left, right? The future child sent a message to Bhumi's radio, killing people. Which idiot is famous for letting me write like this? Father and ONE mother, this damn child, don't let me find out who the father is. The child sighed deeply. So what? Who cares? Look at each person, Alpha, Beta, they should do the same if they know. Let's be a duck taking a bath, it's true. They just want to fuck her. Language, parents know why they do it. Let's forget it. The world brought us this far. Will this word be censored?

Hey, or Bhumi, the director, if we assume that our child is like a ghost child, giving orders in the movie Resident Evil, what do you think? You rascal, how can you be a director? Don't you have any imagination?

The child sat eating snacks. Asian mom, give me some snacks and when I look back at it, it's my blonde mom. Okay, can you help him today? The little boy looks at the screen with only the white flag but the Tank boy tanks are still attacking the rest. Why can't his father let go of the past? Because it has to end on schedule and okay, it's time. All the video signals start to cut off. Everyone looks thoughtful. Here it goes again. Who's Lack? Homeboy is playing the game, shouting loudly, lacking a lot of ping. Moba games. Everyone's eyes widen. And after a while, the first dimension starts to shake. The image of the nuclear atmosphere is full of the sky. Explosions repeatedly until the bus is scattered. Looking from the sky, the whole country is burning. The beam from the moon shines a laser beam on Thailand again. The picture cuts to black... The light flickers a little.

So it cloud be positive or negative

Nikola Tesla - I don't know who makes my technology to dark sides

Phum tells the editor, Hey, take this sound. Everything starts playing again. And it's like they're talking non-stop.

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Phum explodes and Phum disappears In the detailed number of frames from 24 frames, it is tens of thousands to millions, but it is impossible for something to disappear seamlessly, but it is a cut, until we find the clarity of 1 in a million, where his wings are separated and disappear! TV reports According to the belief of the Bible, this is an angel, but on the contrary, the picture cuts to an alien, which from all similarities is that it can fly and is a medium of message. And wait, there is a recent report that there are sightings of the earth walking in various places like a picture, on and off. People who see it, I see them walking with friends, sometimes women, but no children, just girlfriends or coworkers, which when I take out my phone to take a picture, everyone nods the same way. My battery is dead, my old phone, waiting for it to take a picture, it is gone. I did not bring my phone out, and I do not know, but I feel like I know him because he looks and calls me. Maybe I am tired. Things make her cry.

Number

Vomit

And convulse

It LACK The people around are not in the mood, losing work, losing girlfriends, wasting time giving feelings to me, and making me even more lonely. And me, speaking together, you guys should not talk to each other, do you understand? And now the number of 11 dimensions is over. Cut to the wall, there are so many numbers on the wall that the mathematician starts to convulse violently. But at the same time, friends talked without knowing because it was always positive. The university professor, a scientist, was sitting mixing chemical formulas, asking questions. Who increased the number of non-constant values? The scientist closed the curtain, locked the door, and used the substance in the bottle to spray himself. Calculator, tell me how much is too much. Give me the number quickly!

Phum was drunk and his mouth hung open because the radio signal and the sound that he listened to were intermittent. He only heard the number. So he answered how many holes. It should be around twenty holes since morning. I don't know what time it is. Damn late. It should be something like, "Shut up, drug addict! Why? Did he do it again!" Then next time, practice shouting for help. Dad said he saw and heard only positive. So why do you call me a drug addict and I can still hear it? ... Phum sat thinking, "Fuck, don't let me see you, you damn bastards." And continue smoking. It's not funny. The scientist shouted and complained quickly. Phum frowned and tried to listen! To the 12th dimension, it means God Life. It's not a place where we should count! It means we can't see it. And if we 4 teeth, you asshole! Speak at the same time, can you stop saying this number? I'll be with the number 4 everywhere I'm unlucky! Plus a little Joy sat writing in her diary in the room. Wait, who called it a diary? I wrote it on the internet and sold it online. Her eyes looked to the left and Java, afraid that people would know that she didn't dare to speak, but she moved her mouth to say, "What should I do?" Everyone spoke at the same time, I heard her. Mom called Joy to eat, but as usual, she forgot to knock on the door. She also secretly asked when she heard her talking to her friends. Mom would stop talking. Joy quickly added and closed the door. Everyone closed the door on their family and friends. Before closing, she asked, "So are we friends?"

And finally, the cell closed on one. The scientist asked, "Are you awake yet, one?" From the graph that plunged, starting with Adam and Eve, and thank you, the high elevator at Angkor made me think of the crazy numbers when it plunged like the number 1. One, are you awake yet? Is it 1:00 PM or 1:00 AM? Do you know the time? Use He sat looking at the wall. Actually, if you could give me a tennis ball or a small ball, it would be great. Because this is him looking around. The cell, did you forget the time to close the door on the faces of the people around you? Because for me, I was closed.

Director, this is so cool. Great idea. One, I think I imagined you guys because I'm so bored. Director, actually, I think he was walking on the beach and jotting down notes before throwing them away and running to pick them up, looking at the sky to see if anyone saw them. He nodded. It was exactly what I thought, so realistic. But when the three-element graph, I wasn't quite up to par. He drew a line up before... But my idea earlier was good, it went downhill like the world ended. He wrote it down and changed the page. He drew a light line. Number 1. The scientist said, I wonder who ever called One... What the hell? I forgot. But let's say the female writer. Director, Oh, you guys keep your distance. Are you calling your father? The father of the light bulb. Scientist, thank you very much. Istyle means imaginary friends. We can help One. If the question is Y, why Y? The scientist's voice talks to the calculator. Joy thinks and tells him to go back to the date and month. She frowns. And the two gay guys secretly talk to each other alone. Like voices in the wall. The two guys are talking very much. Shut up. What the hell are you talking about? The image of two guys imagining each other and ordering her to step back because she's secretly all 11 people or whatever because everyone is talking at the same time, damn it, I'm your brother! We live in the same house. Technically, we will think only of our image as if we change the comparison, that is, don't try to be negative because if you're poor but you're in contact with rich people, the rich might like it, oh shit, whose voice is that? Oh, it's you. Is that your voice? One, I'm talking to myself in the cell, tell me a little bit. Let's say I might talk to my girlfriend in the next room, I'm rich, hey, what's wrong with me being rich? Or is it really a Hollywood director? Like Higher self, he put his middle finger up at the mirror and put up a short film sign, damn it, what's your problem? I'm proposing it. And Phum or One tells his own story without hearing Phum, the director, who is imagining asking for help from One. From standing, he became sitting down. Do I have to sit on the floor, One? Teach me, please!

It's all about ducks. Joy drew a little duck without any fear and she flinched as if she remembered. Ducks are political symbols. Early in the morning, the officers searched One's house in a civil servant uniform and the big boss pointed at the duck, which is a political symbol, but it was just a duck. It was like no one was listening. Phumi was pulled away from his wife and child. The officer asked to question his beautiful wife in her early morning clothes. All that happened was a knock on the door. He knocked on the wall and opened it to the person he should have done. He made a gesture of... saluting.

Phumi, the director, shook his head. The duck is a political symbol used all over the world. But there is a duck in the children's bathroom. Is it similar or the same? Joy, I didn't. I drew an ugly duckling. The mathematician wiped his saliva. He held his penis together. You can do it. I can do it. But it seems like he is starting to show symptoms. That calculator, why do I see your path like a zombie? I'm sure it's not me. Everyone said the last word. Try drawing a line like this. From the bottom up. One stood up. And the mathematician drew a straight line from the shock in the classroom up to the intersection. Which way will you go? What! You son of a bitch, help me imagine!

One made a gesture like the number one. The boss handed out a New Year's gift.

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