Johnny: Oh, oh no, I'm still going to kill you. Though you are my bestest, bestest friend in the room, currently, dire circumstances require me to end your life. I haven't the time to find anyone else, and I really need more blood.






Johnny: Without fail!! Every time I leave my house, it's as if I've given up my every right to be left alone, or to be treated with respect!!! You flies, with your unyielding little minds!!! You think my difference from you is an excuse to "comment" on me, as if I were on display for you!!! Like I am the way I am because I want the incessant gawking of strangers!!! Not only that, but you used the word "wacky"!!






Johnny: Oooohh . . . Oh my God, it's . . . GOD!
(sidenote: Bad art collection reference!!)






Johnny: Excuse me, Mister Jimmy-person, you might want to leave now, as I find your company most repellant. Serves me right for being so damned social, I suppose. Now, please leave.




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