After years of tolerating your presence, we've decided to show our gratitude. You're outta here! Don't let the door hit you on the way out, or do. We're not our parents.
As you leave, you may notice a faint scent of regret wafting out with you. That's not your imagination; it's the lingering aroma of last week's leftovers.
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