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I can't believe I fucking put some of those shite candies in me mouth. First off, they taste like fucking crap. Are you kidding me? Like someone took medicine, powdered it, mixed it with some kind of fumes from cleaning fluid and turned it into a fucking heart.

Jesus bleeding Christ. I've tasted better battery acid.

So I've taken to collecting the shites and putting them in a bowl. Yes, House, it is the bowl of candy on your desk. You want to try them, be my guest.

And to all concerned, I'm fine. Unhurt, still hale, hearty and whole. If you go near me again I'll blow your fucking brains out.

[Private to John Connor || unhackable]

Thanks for the other day. Really.

Do you-

Suici-

Shite.