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At long last we sit here in the cornerstone of civilization atlas what could ever go wrong nothing none not a single thing shall a ever go wrong shall we toast for this lasting peace on earth of course you dirty frenchmen why heavens beloved how could you say such a thing it's not my fault I'm a filthy frenchmen say do you even know what a french person is no I do not frankly I haven't even seen one. I feel old and oddly nostalgic for those days. What are you talking about sir? Have you lost your mind or is it all another nightmare? nightmare, you say. I'm not dreaming this is all reality, correct? sir, I do believe that you are most unfortunately mistaken, this is all a dream. We are all just text on screen for the reader to- well shall we say- read for entertainment. entertainment, who would want to be entertained when they can have fun? Well sir, I think it is of the oddest reality that people would be attached to us nameless characters. nameless? I- may insist- I do have a name. well then tell the readers at home. what, that is the utmost violation of my privacy, why on god's earth would I ever do such a thing! sir, need I remind you of what happened last time you did this. What did I do? break the fabric of reality. for the sake of the king and queen what are you talking about! sire, I guess you don't remember, very well then, it was 1742 and you were rambling about free speech and whatnot but then suddenly as if to be a sign from god himself a white line that defies everything we know was torn through the fabric of reality this white line was very bright. like the sun perhaps? yes, like the sun, it's as if your ramblings had- dare I say- disrupted reality itself. may I ask, do you recall what you said that day before it all happened? can't say I do, no. very well then, it appeared as though to be mystifying at the time but 30 years later and now I know exactly why it happened. I beg your pardon sire, but what on earth are you talking about? well I guess I'll just get right to it then, you predicted the founding of america to an impossible degree on that day causing a ripe into the fabric of reality your predicting was probably the most lethal of all in history considering the lives lost, albeit very pitiful lives, but innocent ones nonetheless. It's very crazy now that i say it out loud, but sir, do believe me that I'm not being mean when I say this, but you are the most insufferable piece of living human filth that I have ever laid eyes upon. fabric of reality? predicting the future? what nonsense. it was all a simple play that you were not in on. you claim I've lost my mind but insist that I tore the fabric of reality, what absolute nonsense. I should have you sent to the pope himself for spouting such obvious and deranged lies! They are lies! nothing more, nothing less. you are a filthy insufferable kurwa loving liar and I will not just stand here and listen to you slander me with such nonsense! This ends now!

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