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He can’t stop pooping.
When he didn't let society's rules bring him down:
Ann: I told him that "One Headlight" by the Wallflowers isn't "dancing" music and he said, "Not with that attitude."
When he handled his body falling apart with the utmost grace and dignity:
Chris: I vomited somewhere in this room. I don't remember where, though. Wait. You might want to check that drawer, though.
Stop... pooping.
This floor is my friend.
When he was the happiest dead person alive:
When death took on a new, less happy meaning:
Ben: Chris? I'm dying.
Chris: I was dying earlier today. And... then I died. Now I'm dead.
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