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Open letter.
All right mister, what do you think you are doing? You call this a room? This is a pig sty. I want you to straighten up this area now! You are a disgusting slob! Stand up straight, tuck in that shirt, adjust that belt buckle, tie those shoes. Twisted Sister, what is that? Wipe that smile off your face. Do you understand? What is that? A Twisted Sister pin, on your uniform? What kind of a man are you? You're worthless and weak. You do nothing, you are nothing, you're sitting here all day and play that sick, repulsive, electric twanger. I carried an M-16 and you, you carry that, that, that guitar! Who are you? Where do you come from? Are you listening to me? What do you wanna do with your life?
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