Who Wrecks?
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It's the caffine, the nicotine, the miligrams of tar, its my habitat, it needs to be cleaned, its my car, its the fast talk they use to abuse and feed my brain...
The rhyme seemed to ooze out of the speakers, and penetrate into the minds of the patrons with its subliminal messages. Farbod aimlessly mouthed the words, obviously only being able to wrap his mind around half of them and using generic mouth movements for the rest. He was drinking some terrifying liquid with foam at the top, which he noticably detested.
The rhyme seemed to ooze out of the speakers, and penetrate into the minds of the patrons with its subliminal messages. Farbod aimlessly mouthed the words, obviously only being able to wrap his mind around half of them and using generic mouth movements for the rest. He was drinking some terrifying liquid with foam at the top, which he noticably detested.