I want to inflate your brain. But the brain activity is too low. I am sorry, you are beyond redemption.
I want to steal your children away, to prevent them from becoming like you. I will raise a flock of brilliant young individuals, and their minds will shine brighter than the sun itself.
Yes, I do hate.
No, I'm not bitter.
Prove me wrong. I want you to.
You are wrong.
I wasn't put here to please you.
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