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I've tried already, but can anyone else convince that fat, unkempt retard in the dog costume to shut the fuck up about his "job" and how important it is or whatever. The guy's never left the building so I don't know what goddamn job he's talking about, the furthest he's gone outside his room is to the general shop on the first floor with his mother and he only ever gets microwavables. He's never without his Mori body pillow either and goes into a hysterical outburst if you mention anything captious about her
