Nah man, cancer needs sugar.

Also, you'll deserve it. Not the cancer, the wind blowing through your mullet and the pounding Phil Collins style drums and squeaky hair metal vocals.

I'll be riding a UFO out towards Taurus, watching the meteor storm pass me to sterilize earth of all the psychopaths and their master.

Dreams will be fulfilled. Better than you expected.

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