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-AHEM-
(The lights grow dim until naught, but a single, bright beam of light shines down up a lone figure. The artist. He is seated atop a stool. It is neither an evil, nor a good stool; NAY- it is an unaligned stool. A neutral pillar holding the artist beyond the fog of good and evil. He raises up his head, takes in a single breath, and then opens his mouth to let poetry fall from his lips...)
"You have CS:GO--
I do not have it;
yes, I hate you."