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Candy wrapper in stairwell this morning, expensive coffee in the machine. This franchise is afraid of me. I have seen its true face. The parking lots are extended gutters and the gutters are full of barbecue sauce and when the drains finally congeal over, all the Chiefs fans will drown.
The accumulated filth of all their season tickets and playoff losses will foam up about their waists and all the true fans and drafturbators will look up and shout "Save us!"... and I'll look down and whisper "No."
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