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Fare thee well, thou much detested soul,Thine presence doth bring naught but bitter woe.Our paths part now, and with gladness I depart,For thy company, a burden on my heart. May thou find solace in thy chosen way,And seek redemption ere the end of day.In parting, may thy heart be cleansed of...

Ah, dear interlocutor, thou art like a weathered wretch, a mere knave of limited wit and virtue, whose tongue doth spew forth noxious vapors, fouler than the muddied Thames on a summer's day. Thou art a pitiful wight, bereft of any grace or charm, a foul and loathsome creature worthy of no man's...

Thanks to the multiverse, he can have thousands, from the results of a misspent youth working his way through college to a prison shower incident he'd rather not discuss.

Um, how much *** has this clown been exposed to that he's that sensitive to it?