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Series 4: Scrawl on the Wall

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Scrawl on the Wall 010

So, Doctor Wimbly, you walk in here like a street smart pimp.

You got the pills, you got the thrills, you think you are hardcore, dynamite, dipped-in-chocolate, and covered with shiny foil. You think you should be filled with coffee cream and wrapped up in a velvet, heart-shaped box.

Ask me, I think I saw you last week in the bargain bin in the discount aisle.

People totally putting you down after seeing how close you were to your sell-by date. In fact, I think you're going to max out your use-by date by this point in the game.

Let's face it, fucker - you ain't got da funk. You ain't the Captain of Jazz. You're just some crazy-ass Ensign, trying to ease his way into a promotion aboard the starship Groovapus.

Get the fuck out of here, and take your lame ass lack of fashion sense with you.

In the kingdom of the blind, the man with the big-ass pointy stick is king.


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