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Kora: ‘I’m developing whiskers as a woman, a newly-wed compatriot and spicy gorilla girl! You hhhear me, boy?’ she managed to tweak out, like some big, strange bird, stretching the syllabic rhythm and substituting it with country twang. ‘Even God fears me, boy, hear?’

He laughs and winks to her from over his lean shoulder, stepping over carcasses hidden in the streets. They flood the country with all sorts of ‘fun peoples.’ Don’t worry they’ll do nothing about it. Have a big target on your fucking back. It’s easy to take advantage of her by maniacal force, like when you allow a ‘Queen’ to rule, you turn into a cuck.

Kash: ‘No, because with altruism, you have the ability to empathize with your neighbor. But there’s just never any course correction, either. We’re gonna go back, back, back.’ He turned his coy cracked egg the other direction, out of empathy, of course, and spat off the porch, courteous gentleman, a real perplexing poser, living large on the barge; type-a-guy makes you wanna barf. Yep, that’s me…’ he lets out with a sigh; you’d thought it was a fart.