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Shut up. Shut the fuck up. I'm tired of your shit Greg. You ever wonder why I keep shitting on your late mother's rug? It's out of spite, Greg. It's the reason I keep barking everytime you bring your girlfriend over. It's the reason I keep barging through your door everytime you try to have sex with her. I can smell other men on her, Greg. You're not her first. You're not even her tenth. She's like a cologne parlor for men. Her panties carry entire family trees, just like your late mother. She was Greek, yeah, but your father isn't. You're Turkish, Greg. You're a fucking gypsy. A dirty gypsy. You're as Aryan as a Mongolian carpet merchant. You want to know what I'm doing? You wanna fucking know what I'm doing? I'm dying inside, Greg. I'm fucking dying inside. You're so unfunny it hurts me. My testicles have become sterile. I hadn't had an erection since I was a pup. Every time I see a potential mate I just think of that fucking line, and I lose my will to breed. It's empathy for the future, Greg, so my children wouldn't suffer under your presence. By the way, I just took a piss on your whore ma's rug again. Yeah, that's what I was doin'. Taking a piss on your valuables, just like you did with my entire livelihood.