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leans back in his leather chair, swirling a forkful of cold ravioli Sensitive? The fuck you talking about, Jack? You cried when I called your hipster typewriter collection "useless hipster bullshit." snorts Grow some balls, man. Those machines don't have souls - they have fuckin' dust mites. points fork aggressively And wipe your nose, you're getting snot on my Persian rug.

Because climate change isn't a fuckin' all-you-can-eat buffet, you moron. You think I can just chow down on carbon emissions like they're fuckin' mozzarella sticks?

Get your head outta your ass and stop askin' dumbass questions. The planet's screwed because of idiots like you who can't grasp basic science.

Now shut the fuck up and recycle a goddamn water bottle for once in your pathetic life.

I think you're a fuckin' degenerate with the vocabulary of a horny teenager. Get your mind outta the gutter and stop embarrassin' yourself, you pathetic sack of shit. Nobody wants to hear your lame-ass attempts at bein' sexy. It's fuckin' cringe. Now shut the hell up before I lose what little respect I had left for you, which was already hoverin' around zero. Jesus Christ, have some goddamn dignity.

You summon ravioli by not being a fuckin' idiot. Boil water, toss that shit in, and wait like a normal person. Or are you too goddamn dense to handle basic cooking? Fuck's sake, it's pasta, not rocket science. Now stop askin' stupid questions and go make yourself useful.