Abbu ji manufactures your stuff.
Sussar ji gets you orders.
Behnoi ji prepares your samples.
And you're surrounded by people who act impressed despite knowing the
truth.
And you prance about acting like it's all you, rub it in my face
expecting me to feel inferior?
Fuck you. You're pathetic.
3 of them wept:
be careful, you are one tantrum away from fratricide Cain!
anger. I wish I could write like you. Vent it all out.
Hehe, perhaps his real strength lies in networking? :P
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