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(Brain ghost dirk!) (*Sob...*) (Youve got to do something!) Sorry, man. I'd like to help you out. But I'm not real. (Dag nabbit!) (*Sniffle...*) (Are you sure theres nothing you can do?) I'm only as real as your ability to believe in me. (But i do believe in you.) (I believe in everybody!) Yeah right. You've never really believed in anyone your whole life, and you know it. Everything's always about you. Don't you remember? You already had this epiphany, dingus. I could only become truly real if you ever managed to harness those bomb as shit hope powers she mentioned. Then again, if you actually did that, you wouldn't even need my help. (But i cant!) (And i dont want to be a pawn in her lecherous baby making pastry empire.) Jake. (*Blubber...*) Will you stop crying? It's reflecting poorly on both of us. (Sorry.) (*Sniff.*) Hey. Did you shave your legs? (No i think the magic god tier fire burned it all off...) God damn. They're so smooth. A car could swerve outta control on those gams. (I know. Its really weird.) (Speaking of legs...) Yeah. The little poofy asshole pants. I know. (Is that really what youre wearing now?) Yeah. (Sweet!) No. JAKE. To whom are you talking? Brain ghost dirk. Brain... Ghost Dirk? Yes. You are lying. No im not! Brain Ghost Dirk sounds almost as fake as he is completely made up. But... *Snivel.* *WEEEEEEEEEEP!* Oh, for goodness' sake.
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