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“Because I’m too pretty for you. Because you’re weird looking. Because I can smell your pants from here. But mostly because I would rather rim the shit-smeared arsehole of a dead horse with aids than even consider the possibility of touching your wiry, gangrenous, vile, inadequate, half-circumcized, horrifically smelly, pubescent dick. Okay?”
“R:Uh.. listen to music, go to gigs, hang out with my mate Alo. That's about it, really
G You don't have any other friends? Just this Alo guy?
R:Yeah, just him, really.
R: Well, recently, there's been a couple of other people.. this girl, Franky, and... others.
R: Well, there's this girl who's been helping me, I suppose. Okay, what sort of music are you into, Sub?
G: Well, you know, industrial, mostly. Godflesh, early Spawn, TKK
R: Nine Inch Nails?
G: Fuck off! Trent Reznor can suck my cock! This girl, then, who's helping you. What do you think of her?
R: She's alright, but she lets people walk all over her, and her friends treat her like shit and she doesn't say a word.
G: Maybe she knows her friends love her?
R: Maybe she's got no fucking self-respect.
G:You think you know me, Rich. No one fucking knows me. Not you, not Mini, not Liv. No-one's got a fucking clue what I am or what I can do.”