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I'm kind of glad to see knowmo still swinging. It's like the guy in the parking lot who's lying in a pool of blood, eight fingers broken, nose smashed flat, unable to move any more, and the guy above him says, "You want some more of this" and he looks up, his teeth all bloody, and says, "bring it on". While you may advise the guy to just play dead, you have to admire it.
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