We're playing a game.
It's called "Shut Up and Get Raped."
They don't get the rules.

Mutilated corpse.
Throw her on the used rack.
We'll mark it half off.

You can cry later.
You will have plenty of time.
Locked inside your cage.

He asked me for change.
You're not a person to me,
You deformed bastard.

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