"Could you get me this bread? No...? Come on bro be nice."Persuaded Tony. "Oh, and you shut up, will ya? You're annoying!... I insulted you first? Quit joking, he can prove that, I didn't! Tell hi... Huh...? Hee-eey? Stee-eeve! stop washing your head in a sink! Hahahah! You get it?! He's washing his head! He lost it! Uhahaha! That's hilarous!" Yes, dear reader, this man has lost his mind, due to being too lonely. It all started about 12 meals ago, meals becouse they are the only way to mesure spent time.

"What you don't like the joke? Go die then! Go away!" He sreamed, throwing left overs at the nearby, wall.

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"Hmh... Finaly alone, with you lefty, sorry about that, will you forgive me?" He seemed as if he was about to cry. His left hand obviously didn't react.

"YOU HATE ME TOO LEFTY!? HOW DARE YOU, YOU PIECE OF SHIT! TO HATE YOUR OWN OWNER! yOU DESERVE TO dIE!" He snapped at his hand, hitting it over the table.

*Bam* "Ouch! IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTSITHURTSITHURTSIT..."He broke down in tears, from his pain, after all it is said that the fingers are connected to the heart(or something like that) and the fingers are a part of the hand, are they not?

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