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finish his video.

I offered to help, but...

Okay, you is what made it

unfinished,

and that's only part

of the reason.

Pray tell the other.

You've lost

your f***ing mind.

I mean, what happened

to all that Star Trek

crap you're always

blabbering about?

Logic and non violence

to solve life's problems.

Sound familiar?

This is logical

and non violent.

But if you're inferring

some sort of hypocrisy,

need I remind you, 3rd grade,

Miss Miller, Dax and I,

20 minute pow-wow.

5th grade, Principal Skyler,

a one hour discussion.

8th grade, Dax's parents,

my mother,

a two hour intervention

all of which leads us to here.

Now Dax and us

and everyone

that pumps

a little Klingon blood,

a little warrior spirit.

In special circumstances

like this,

one needs to channel it

as long as one controls it.

Yeah, well, you have

more than just a little.

Um, guys?

Prod-brain,

you devious f***!

And I rest my case.

Touch, hombre.

You made a funny.

Don't f***in' run,

a**hole!

He was referring to me,

Chunk.

Time we beam away too.

Coming?

I wasn't planning

anything devious.

Suit yourself.

Yo!

Where you going?

Pacifism, Connor.

Learn it, live it,

love it.

This recording?

I said

this sh*t recording?

You mean you asked.

Ah.

You know what I mean,

smart-ass.

It is! It is!

I think it is. Yes.

Oh, you are one retarded negro.

You know that?

Did you see how many

buttons are on that sh*t?

A lot.

Let him go.

He has nothing

to do with this.

And just be clear,

even though I'm not equipped

with my custom fabricated

dog tags right now,

my hands are deadly weapons

all by themselves.

Since I'm a master

of the ancient Armenian

karate stance Du Kan Du.

And just to be clear,

again.

It's self defense

if I kill you both.

Why you always f***in'

with me, cry baby?

It's the other way

around, nimrod.

Oh, you see what I mean?

What the f***

did I ever do to you, huh?

Are you suffering

from acute amnesia?

My nose, my glasses, almost

a decade's worth of emotional

and physical torment.

Stay away!

Oh, I think

I need to teach this boy

about forgiving

and forgetting.

Somebody's gots to.

Stay away!

I'm not responsible

for my attack maneuvers.

Ow!

Apologize.

Ow, for what?

For what?

Let's go down

the f***in' list.

First, your stupid

f***in' plan

to try to make me you,

embarrassing.

And second,

for your dad knocking up

that slutty fat

f***in' sister of his

and for that b*tch

not getting an abortion.

But thirdly

and most importantly,

the use of your hairy, nasty,

STD-infected f***in' c*nt

making all of our lives

so f***in' miserable.

So go ahead, little b*tch.

We're all eyes and ears.

Do it,

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