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Doug's friends have grown tired of listening to his doubts about the meaning of life. He goes to the only person left who will listen.
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| I mean, is that all is there is to life? Dancing in shit? Surely there's more? | |
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| I just can't see what my purpose in life is. All I do is try not to get eaten, find shit, dance in it and then go to bed and do it all again the next day. | |
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| Should I be searching for more? Should I try to rise above basic genetic programming and try to find something worthwhile to do with my time? I feel so lost. | |
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| Look, I've listened to your crap like you asked, now do you have a can opener or not? | |
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