achmanage: Dice hate me. There's an Anti-Dwighty dice guild out there...
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achmanage: it's a union of dice and they're all out to get me!
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achmanage: I pay them plenty of homage!
achmanage: I've been nice. I've been mean. I've gone from pampering them with foam cases to shooting them into brick walls at mach 4!
achmanage: I just don't know what to do! *cries*
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achmanage: how do I do that? None of them are virgins.
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achmanage: hmmmm
achmanage: then a pilgrimage to the living room is in order.
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achmanage: But the perils...the distractions....the vile refrigerator god...it seems all odds are against me at every turn!
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achmanage: but...but master I...the cheetos. They are strong in flavor and scent.
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achmanage: And the chocolates, near the bathroom? One leads to the other, and their influence is heavy.
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achmanage: It's that I'm afraid! I'm afraid of losing dice to some superstition that can only ammount to the same loss as the socks in my washer. They've amounted to what? My feet still stink!
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achmanage: but they're eaten by the dryer and washer gods.
achmanage: Worthless sacrifices.
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achmanage: I will try.
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