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Do you know what a duvet is? Comforter. It's a blanket. Just a blanket. Why do guys like you and I know what a duvet is? Is this essential to our survival in the hunter-gatherer sense of the word? No. What are we, then? We're, uh, you know, consumers... Right. We're consumers. We are by-products of a lifestyle obsession. Murder, crime, poverty- these things don't concern me. What concerns me are celebrity magazines, television with 500 channels, some guy's name on my underwear. Rogaine, Viagra, Olestra. Martha Stewart. Fuck Martha Stewart. Martha's polishing the brass on the Titanic. It's all going down, man. So fuck off with your sofa units and Strinne green stripe patterns. I say, never be complete. I say, stop being perfect. I say, let's... let's evolve. Let the chips fall where they may.
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You know, man, it could be worse. A woman could cut off your penis while you're sleeping and toss it out the window of a moving car. There's always that. I don't know, it�s just... when you buy furniture, you tell yourself, that's it. That's the last sofa I'm gonna need. Whatever else happens, I've got that sofa problem handled. I had it all. I had a stereo that was very decent, a wardrobe that was getting very respectable. I was close to being complete. Shit, man. Now it's all gone. All gone. Hmm. All gone.
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Raymond K. Hessel, 1320 Southeast Banning, apartment A. Small, cramped basement apartment, Raymond? How did you know? Because they give shitty basement apartments Letters instead of numbers. Raymond... you're going to die. Oh, my God, no... Is that your mom and dad? Mom and dad are going to have to call up kindly Dr. So-And-So to pick up your dental records. You want to know why? Because there's going to be nothing left of your face. Aw, come on. An expired community college student I.D. What'd you study, Raymond? S-S-S-Stuff. Stuff? Were the midterms hard?
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Where to begin? With your constant absenteeism? With your unpresentable appearance? You're up for review. I am Jack�s... complete lack of surprise. What? Let's pretend. You're the Department of Transportation. OK? Someone informs you that this company installs front seat mounting brackets that never pass collision tests... brake linings that fail after a thousand miles, and fuel injectors that explode and burn people alive.
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Tyler? Who is this? Um, ahem, we met on the airplane. We had the same suitcase. Uh, the clever guy. Oh, yeah. Right. OK? I called a second ago. There was no answer. I'm at a pay phone. Yeah. I star-69ed you. I never pick up my phone. So, what's up, man? Uh, well... you're not gonna believe this.
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