Up in a hammer goes something like this.

Well, I'm completely evil and sociopathic, and I will stare at you with my silly and

Murphy eyes like a Camero high beams blinkers.

To the point I'll never blink, I'll smoke endlessly, and I'll apparently be so thin

that I make Dylan Mulvaney look like meatloaf.

So I'm basically a two-dimensional character both in terms of my thinness and in terms

of my characterization.

A silly and Murphy just stares like this, looks vaguely haunted, and that's the entire

fucking affect for the entire fucking movie.

He has all of the emotional depth of a petri dish and all of the character arc of Flatland.

So yeah, there's nothing really going on there.

Now it turns out I'm a complete sociopath, says the guy.

He's a complete sociopath, and he's a womanizer and a chain smoker, and he sleeps with all

of the broken, washed up debtors of communist propaganda that he can get his filthy little

nicotine stained hands on.

And he also, oh, did you know, tried to murder his tutor when he was in college, really,

really stable, wonderful, excellent fellow.

Just tried to murder his tutor when he was in college because you see his tutor said,

you kind of got to do a little bit less of the theoretical stuff.

You got to do some actual practical things, you know, build with your hands and so on.

Apparently he was really nervous and his hands shook and he couldn't do the lab work.

So you know, like anyone who's having trouble in school, doesn't your first thought go

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