BEING ON THE STAFF LETS ME BE A FAT SALMON IN A THIN STREAM. IT LETS ME SCREAM. IT LETS ME BREATHE CHAMPAGNE THROUGH LUNGS MADE OF SPECIAL MACHINES MADE OF IRON. IT LETS ME THROW CHANGE OUT THE WINDOW OF MY CAR WHEN I'M DRIVING DOWN THE AVENUE.

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? ! syrian rue the day