texts: ... plastic. </s> <s> Wow, that is one moving story.  Take it easy on my heart strings.  Now I really feel guilty complaining about you shooting me up with your poison. </s> <s> Poison?  I'm surprised at you.  You lack vision, Mr. O'Brien.
labels: You're lacking a few things too: ethics, morals, common decency and, oh yeah, deodorant.