*flies in, carried aloft by myriads of psychotic Crystal Butterflies of Truth* Greetings, mortal. For now it amuses me to go by the name of Middlesboogie, but in truth, I am the Avatar of Dadaism and the Personification of Surrealism itself. *Butterflies drop her* *THUD!* Ow! *glares at Butterflies, who scarper* Oh great, so much for instilling a sense of awe into everyone...
Oh well, I have a rendezvous with the Diamond Dogs of Hunger City and Poachers' Hill. Must dash before the ten thousand Peoploids start splitting into small tribes and coveting the highest of our sterile skyscrapers like packs of dogs assaulting the glass fronts of Love Me Avenue.
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Hand me my flamethrower... it's the one that says 'Bad Motherfucker'.
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