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I swore to myself I would not use the word “pufferfish.”
Hello? You’re dangerously close to reading my mind, except for me it was blowfish.
Oh yeah? Well, fuck all you guys. You landlubbers had better never come diving with me because I’ll sneak up behind you and turn your damned air off.