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it's been ten years, RCL stares with bloodshot eyes into the blindly white google document. It's blank, but for four words: "Pee-pee goes into va-gee-gee." Suddenly, an idea strikes him. His droopy eyes widen. The sound of keys clicking echo in his dark room for the first time in so long. He types: "and goes skee-skee." It's perfect. It's finished.
