I woke up this morning with this new sense of self-loathing. LIke Randy was given a new button from the aliens, who said, okay, press this, and you can help out Morpheus, and he got on the machine one night, and left a message,
"I. do. Love. You."
I. love. you. Forwards.
All the time you think it's another alien, and it's just Randy.
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