*sneaks up behind bloody thoughts*
"Guess you really are full of BLOODY THOUGHTS!!"
*Stabs in the head. Repeatedly. Saints Row 2 style. Please tell me you get it*
I simply sit down and play a bar song. You all die from the extreme sadness of watching all your friends die and being stranded at sea as a skeleton for 50 years.
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