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    Exhausted from an entire life of pain/misery, Patrick and I started up a construction company.  We spent months/minutes creating/agonizing over a company name that succeeded in reaching a vast demographic: "Sexual offerings in Conjunction with Lamb Slaughter Construction Men."
    We hired an army of Slavic peoples and broke ground with two sticks of dynamite in a Euro-Blacker family's mailbox.  Business was business, and the busy season was wrought with tragedy/sex.  In other words, our army of Slavs burned alive in a terrible/awesome miniature genocide, perpetrated by 1922-1993, a.k.a. the perpetrator.  Subsequently, Patrick was forced to shut down the business/declare bankruptcy/finger himself and let me taste it.