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You: Wait, first - what's this *communism* even about? Do you have any questions before we fire up the Big Communism Builder, or do we get right down to it? Rhetoric: You keep saying things like *down with the bourgeoisie*, *eat the rich*, *sodomize the land-owners*, *impale all people who have more than 25 reГЎl in their pocket*, *literally murder all human beings regardless of their political beliefs* - that kind of stuff. You: How come there's *word on the street*? Rhetoric: So, what about all that communism you've promised to build? Word on the street is you've woken up from a thousand years of slumber, promising to erect a version of communism many times greater than any attempted before. Hasn't really worked out yet, but neither has *love* - should we just stop building love, too?

You've built it before, *they've* built it before. Rhetoric: Yes - you're ready to start building communism *again*. Word on the street is you're ready to start building *communism* again! Come on, no more - the ledger is going back down, away from your nose now. Perception: Yeah, turns out your nose doesn't like self-indulgent literal-shit huffing. Perception: Garbage-toilet stink is not your fetish and you know it. You: Maybe, uh- Maybe it's my fetish? Maybe? Ever think of that, nose? Perception: If you knew it was dunked in the toilet before getting chucked into the trash, why're you sniffing it?

Sylvie already told me I dunked it in the toilet. At some point in its journey the ledger has seen the inside of a public toilet. Perception: You know - like the bits they put into public piss bowls probably called *Fermi-Discrete* or *Axel* or something. This base surrounded by a faint air of spoiled meat - the stuff of death itself! - and then sprinkled liberally with the citrus zest of toilet cleaner. It now forms the *base* of the experience. Not forever.Д«eautiful Necktie: You both did, *bratan* - deep down, you know it was the both of you.Дamaged Ledger: The acidic stench of rotting food has rubbed off on the cellulose. You're going to be mowed down by gunfire from the two remaining mercs, so no. You: Am I going to stay like this forever?Д«eautiful Necktie: No. But not enough to heal you.Д«eautiful Necktie: Your heart is broken, *bratushka*. I mean, I tried to get you to do *all* the fun things: Drink beer, drink wine, drink cider, go to parties with young people around *and* drink beer and cider do drugs too, so you don't fall asleep. I did everything a multi-patterned necktie can do to help a man. But we took care of that soon enough.Д«eautiful Necktie: Truthfully? Not a lot. The rest of your clothes were still *normal* back then. You: Nothing will ever heal me, but at least I'll have a funny tie.Д«eautiful Necktie: And from that moment on - we rode together. J327 shone on the tie rack, trying to get his attention.

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He needed someone to show him how to rock and roll again. How did we meet?Д«eautiful Necktie: One day a sad man walked into a clothing store. You: Wait!!! I didn't even know your name!Д«eautiful Necktie: My name, should you know it, is Joopson AS Men's Fashion, model 'Colourful Tie.' Catalogue no. Beautiful Necktie: I only ever wanted you to have fun, Harry!

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