Okay, I get it, there's a recession and times are hard and, as always, wealth is uneven. However, it's Sunday night and I want some beets without having to run your gauntlet of needs. Seven derelict humans stand between me and an air conditioned bonanza of groceries. My ass cheeks are chafing from the heat and you whisper dejectedly about your tragedies, while scratching your many sores. Yes, I would like corporations to patent my genetic code. No I do not want to buy you a new pair of boots. Sorry I don't carry cash so I can pretend to read your paper. Ahhhhh...golden or regular?
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