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It is a tree-smoothie-meltdown in Chicken Town. And you are not invited. It is time to get out.

1.I leave you in Fred.
2. In peace you mean.
1. No, in Fred, in Swedish and with a capital F. Its ok, he is a big guy, you will manage.
2. Hold your horses man, it is I who rule the world, I don't agree with this solution, u hear me.
1. Say that again, its you who do what?
2. When no one is watching, it is I who rule the world.
They are all like, ”Hey! Who’s that standing in the dustbin!”
I will tell you who is standing in the dustbin.
Its I who is standing in the dustbin.
From the trashcan its I who rule the world.
From my fortress I create everything.
I create the colors that I'm wearing.
I control the colors that you're wearing.
All I hear is bla bla bla.
I loop the sound,
I play it and rewind it.
That is how it goes, u understand?
A papers basket is always a papers basket. Right? So don't u worry about me now, I will manage just fine.

1.I kissed her.