| W: And life's no toy. Not just yours, but the thing itself. Yet, I find, Black, that you treat my life like a toy and tell me that there's no way I can stop you. |
| B: There isn't! Err... I mean, who is it that you think you are! *he-he* You tell me who I have to be just as much as I tell you! What if I'm a cat, and I wish I were a dog?! It's your fault, God! |
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