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Given the chance, I'd violate your anus with a splintered wooden club, you pus-filled slacking sack of $#!+.
Don't ever complain to me ever again.
Don't ever ask for favors again.
While you would always have my thanks for helping me get to where I am, your slacking ways give me and our other coworkers extra workload.
If you die by my hand, it won't be for my entertainment, it would be vindication.
