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How would one resist the prospect of such a jacket?

LIBERAL FALSEHOODS HAVE CORRUPTED HIS MIND. HE NEEDS THE ASSISTANCE OF THE PEOPLE.

A COMPELLING POINT.

... here we go again.

The streets are safe again.

He is surprisingly jovial compared to when you first met him...

NO FIELD IN THE PEOPLES REPUBLICS WOULD BE PLOUGHED IN THAT ILL-FITTING JOKE OF AN UNIFORM.

THE FASCIST PROJECTILE EXPELLED FROM THE BODY POLITIC.

Ate. He's ate for sure.

Ate. He's ate for sure.

He masks it very well.

Unsmiling and unblinking, the man in front of you has sunk into what looks to be deep contemplation. That, or...

It seems like a non sequitur -- but this is the way of Men of Business.

A seeming non sequitur.

The coat was supposed to help.

A vacuum megarail train designed for lunar operations.

You're a marvellous engineer, that's what's wrong with you.

These babies have some heft to them. Planar magnetic drivers. Premium foam cups. And a triple-padded suspension headband, designed to distribute their weight ergonomically.

Our shitty life is bumming him out.

To follow him home.

No suture-line. No scar. Only two little droplets of liquid solidifying as one.

As a star is dragged into a black hole, it emits periodic bursts of light that scientists liken to dying screams.

A five-year-old girl in oversized sunglasses taps a tiny hand on her knee in perfect time with the backbeat -- emanating like a homily from the car speaker.

She will sing of you in a secret song someday -- and you will hear it and never know it was meant for you.

Time to deck the cancer patient in a party hat and tell them not to worry about the future.

You feel nothing. This is all part of the big comeback, baby.

Your guts twist in new knots.

Big ticket pay-per-view. Unmissable.

You wonder vaguely what your stage name would have been if you, too, shined bright enough for Popstar School.

Ultra Violeta Live: From High Lunar Orbit.

Or maybe only one core dream, iterated upon every night by the sleeping millions.

Was it? Maybe it was.

A high dose of adrenaline from such a small source. You were like that before the world got to you.

Get us the fuck away from this mäd bitch! But also! Höt! The gäng is divided!

She doesn't care at all.

Hackles up. Eyes colder.

OF COURSE THIS IS HOW THE BANKERS OPERATE. NO CONVICTION, RIDDLED WITH CONTRADICTIONS. IDEOLOGICAL DRESS-UP DOLLS.

AW YEA, THE GÄNG GETS SÖME.

Use Duchess's technique on her.

Don't listen to her, doohickey, you're awesome!

Somewhere in a designer hotel, a bleach-clean prison where she waits for her one-way trip to the moon, a twenty-one year-old pop sensation feels a chill, followed by a sudden, uncontrollable bout of nausea.

The paleolithic huntress exhales as she fondles the precious river stone, the primal superstition inside her calmed -- for the moment.

The paleolithic huntress exhales as she fondles the precious river stone, the primal superstition inside her calmed -- for the moment.

The paleolithic huntress exhales as she fondles the precious river stone, the primal superstition inside her calmed -- for the moment.

The paleolithic huntress exhales as she fondles the precious river stone, the primal superstition inside her calmed -- for the moment.

On further inspection -- physically trained and capable of doing damage.

Maybe a neuro-degenerative thing. Someone had to help her get dressed, probably.

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