I…… genuinely don’t know what’s going on here. Something to do with the tongue, and the fly, and…… you know what? It was a long time ago. I can’t be expected to remember what the hell I was thinking every time. I’m an artiste, damn it!

Seriously, though. I’m just… yeah, I dunno.

“Oh, George, how could you be so cruel? All these years, there’s only ever been you!”

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