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Naugahyde. (What have they got against those poor li'l naugas, anyway?)
I'm typing this on a keyboard with keys made of human teeth. Well, synthetic human teeth. That is to say, they're plastic, but I like to pretend they're human teeth.
FEAR ME! I YAM TEH POSTHUMANIST!! im beyond yr petty hu-man notions of good & eval & I SHALL MARCH TO GLORY ON A ROAD OF BONES!!1!
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