I stole your money
I raped you
I killed all your relatives
I did everything for my happiness
How happy I am when I destroy
Your money took me to the greatest restaurents in the world
Your body parts are very tasty
I am sad because I could not eat your bones
If you had not commited Glottony
And ate my plum cake
And remained poor
And die of hunger
I would not have hurt you
Why did you provoke me?
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