Quando disegno-
Io: *Disegna*
Tizio: *Lo prende e lo strappa* AH! >:)
Io: *Ink-face* It's a beautifull day outside... birds are singing, flowers are blooming, on days like this, kids like you... should be burning in hell. *Sorriso psicopatico* :)
Coscienza: *Her versione* It's a fantastic day today! You aren't here, i listening to music... and, on days like this, stupids like you... should be die beacause me like you. :)
Tizio: *Non ci capisce 'na mazza* Ah-...?
(Non so manco se la frase di coscienza l'ho scritta giusta-)
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