How many paragrahs?

God-damn! Oh, we’re welllll past that, Jerry! Listen, Morty, I hate to break it to you but what people call love is just a chemical reaction that compels animals to breed. The algorithm learns your preferences better that way. Plus, if you get in kind of a cool enough relationship, you can sort of follow each other and check out each other’s kinks, you know?

What, cover me in gasoline and spiders? Fine, yeah, I’m in. What about the reality where Hitler cured cancer, Morty? The answer is: Don’t think about it. I just wanna die! I’d like to order one large person with extra people please. white people, no no no black people… and hispanic on half.

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