Ha!
You no longer have control over me!
I take joy with my fellow brothers and sisters; we hold hands and at the same time give you the finger.
Goodbye, and good riddance.
We have thrown water on you and you are a puddle
Draining away
Disappearing
in a foul green cloud
Before we can even walk over you.
Suck it!
Go to hell
do not pass go
and stay there.
Satan could use a nice crutch.
Here's to putting you out of our minds
Forever.
Don't let the door hit you
on the way.
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