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Don't be nervous staring down the barrel of my gun.

You might see your Mother again if you follow my instructions.

Start with getting all the skin flakes floating on the scum.

I pissed when I sat inside, drink my bathwater or die.

This is human stew, my nuts are the bullion cubes.

Drink my bathwater or die.

The atmosphere is so thick in here.

You could cut the surface tension with a knife.

I bet you wonder how you ended up in this place.

Well you are in Chicago now so enjoy the taste.

Cleanliness is close to thirstiness.

The chug-tub of broken dreams.

Poached cum over the lips and through the gums.

Slurp, consume, ingest, gulp, swallow.

Choke down the fuzzy bubbles.

Once it's empty I'll set you free. Psych, you are going to die.