Why should I always be nice?
Why should I not be the baddest mofo who walks this Earth?
It's not like people are climbing over each other to be my friend nowadays.
So, why?
Because you'd hate yourself, Vince, and who else would there be left who'd like you enough, then?
Food for thought you jerk.
I hate talking to myself.
But I also detest being nice. Achtung, touche, baddabam, baddabing.
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